<?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-9894283</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:16:12.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>85</title><subtitle type='html'>random thoughts on random things</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-114807515476120108</id><published>2006-05-19T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:45:54.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>calculating the odds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok, what are the odds that a former classmate and a former chemistry teacher would show up within 30 minutes of each other in the fastfood place i work at and all within my three-hour shift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;strange, huh? a classmate of mine (from grade 11 and 12) showed up at work. i didn't really recognize him at first (well, not really, i sort of felt that i knew him). i asked him if he went to my school and he said yes and said that he recognized me too. (after all, he sat next to me for a whole semester). anyway, i wasn't really friendly towards him before but he wasn't a snob about it or anything, he was actually really nice. it just felt great talking to someone from 2 years back especially since i didn't really keep in touch with most of the people i actually hung out with. wait, what was my point? --------------- oh yeah, it's awesome talking to someone who you really didn't talk to much before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after that, it made me think about people from school more. you know, where people ended up going. then not even half an hour after, one of the chemistry teachers came in. this time, i didn't initiate conversation since i wasn't really a student of his. but it felt soooo weird seeing people from that school. it was weird, it was odd, it was funny and exciting all at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so then i thought about what the odds were of that happening, the odds of the same event happening again, that sort of thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i love it when unexpected things happen. it was a bright spot in my otherwise tiring and crappy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-114807515476120108?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/114807515476120108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=114807515476120108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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late. won't remove previous posts though, just to show how messed up technology is... ok that's all for now, gotta sleep got that burger gig tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-114628288773055933?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/114628288773055933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=114628288773055933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/114628288773055933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/114628288773055933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and in it, i ranted my heart out on why my life is such a bore and everyone i know is either graduating, graduated and working, graduated or plain partying (for those who haven't graduated yet) and my life consists mostly of pushing buttons on a cash register in a burger joint and planning my schedule for september and getting ready for &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;summer school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, yes, i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;much of a nerd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so yeah, that's why i'm typing something up 10 minutes later. stupid computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-114589097632704981?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/114589097632704981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=114589097632704981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/114589097632704981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/114589097632704981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-doing-did-nothing.html' title='nothing doing did nothing!'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-114588998895899930</id><published>2006-04-24T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:59:05.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm not exactly on vacation... yet. i still have those 5 cumbersome exams coming up. one after the other, and each packs a wallop of a punch. the first one's up on friday. yep, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;friday... and have i studied already? yep, you got me right, i haven't. hehehe. not to worry, i plan on studying later today. it's social psychology so, it's pretty much by the book and go-invent-your-own-b.s. type of exam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i sucks to think that my life is nowhere as exciting of the lives of those i know: graduating, working real jobs, having careers, partying.... whereas &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; am stuck in burger world where everything goes cuh-razy on saturdays (the only day i actually work) and planning a summer course. 2 months of heaven. well, not really, i'm going to take half the first year chemistry course. i figured i might as well do something that could count for my degree instead of doing nothing. it might be that reason or i so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;looooooooove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that school and can never part with it... kidding, of course. i like my school fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's just going to be that nothing-doing type of summer again.... until i can go to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;london, england&lt;/span&gt; many moons from now (so many moons, it can't be predicted by nostradamus).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-114588998895899930?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/114588998895899930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=114588998895899930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/114588998895899930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/114588998895899930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-doing.html' title='nothing doing'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-114398916450983417</id><published>2006-04-02T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:46:04.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>got this from rob's blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: February 19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are resilient, and no doubt your resilience has already been tested.&lt;br /&gt;You've had some difficult experiences in your life, but you are wise from them.&lt;br /&gt;Having had to grow up quickly, you tend to discount the advice of others.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a loner, having learned that the only person you can depend on is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Well developed stability and confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Suspicion of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Eggplant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Spade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                 &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i actually did this after i went and published the last blog. hmm... creepy huh. most of the stuff are true except for the "hardships" bit and having to grow up quickly. because i don't think i've been through anything traumatic or extremely upsetting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-114398916450983417?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/114398916450983417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=114398916450983417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/114398916450983417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/114398916450983417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2006/04/got-this-from-robs-blog.html' title='got this from rob&apos;s blog...'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-114398823033093143</id><published>2006-04-02T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:30:30.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blabbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i didn't realize that my last post was more than a month ago. hmm, what does that say about me or my life? (sorry psychoanalyzing myself) i i've been awfully busy. unfortunately not with a life (social or other) but mostly busy concerning school, work and family. everywhere i look and any way i turn, i see something that i have to do -- tests, essays, a shift at work, wash the dishes. honestly, i'm stressed and stretched. but what do i know? most people i know suffer from the same thing. so in a way, i'm glad to fit in. but what i'm irked about is getting tired because of not getting enough sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i think i've realized why i have a hard time making close friends. i'm a jerk! kidding. hehehehe. it's just that i think i don't trust people easily. i feel like i have to test them or something. just to know they have my back. i know, i know, that's pretty evil and selfish. but really, given the choice wouldn't you rather know if a person is "for real" at the beginning of a friendship than at some unexpected point in the relationship? i fear being jilted. by anyone. i separate myself from my people and go about my world. unhealthy, isn't it? but safer, in my opinion. but really, maybe i'm just too lazy (or shy, to which i think most people i know would oh so disagree) to actually go out into the world. oh man, i think i gotta get out more often. hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;among my companions going to school every morning (my cd collection, that is) i have added another artist. &lt;a href="http://www.ryan-adams.com"&gt;ryan adams&lt;/a&gt;. not BRYAN adams. RYAN. he's a relatively old dude (32) but the music is really good. i don't know how on earth i didn't hear about this guy but i finally did. i heard this song on House called "Desire". if i remember correctly, it was on acoustic guitar... and i am a sucker for anything with the guitar in it. electric or acoustic. i loved the song so much that i went and looked for it. found out it was by a guy called ryan adams. went out and tried to find the cd but didn't. got another one of his called &lt;em&gt;Gold. &lt;/em&gt;been listening to it ever since. if you ever get a chance to listen to him, please do. it's really good. a bit of blues, a bit of bluegrass, a bit of pop, a smidgen of country and a whole lot of rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-114398823033093143?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/114398823033093143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=114398823033093143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/114398823033093143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/114398823033093143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2006/04/blabbing.html' title='blabbing'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-114062489908630485</id><published>2006-02-22T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:14:59.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the concept of getting older</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't really completely grasp the concept of getting older. physically getting older, i do understand. the whole "your body degenerates at some point" deal. mentally getting older, i don't articularly understand. i mean, does that mean talking properly with impeccable grammar? the reason i brought this up is i recently turned 21. i've encountered people saying "gee, you're old". i admit that i've stopped watching most cartoons. the only cartoon series i've religiously followed is the simpsons. aside from that, i can't really think of any other animated series worth following (yes, i've given up pokemon). and i've started getting into &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/house"&gt;&lt;em&gt;house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;that's a medical drama with all the sarcasm you'll ever need. i just love that series. anyhoo... i think i've just lost my point. well, anyway, the point is (i think) that i can be a little more mature than, say, about 4 years ago but that doesn't mean i'll act all self-righteous and 'adult' because i've gotten a year older. as a matter of fact, i don't feel any different than how i felt maybe 2 years ago. and for the record, i still love the harry potter books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-114062489908630485?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/114062489908630485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-113892250430331349</id><published>2006-02-02T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:21:44.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tracing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRACING by John Mayer (Unreleased)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you ever get the feeling that we started in the middle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or have you ever had the sense that we've been lying just a little?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I mean come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's not like we've known ourselves that long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I can't say I really blame you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For being bored with the begining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Always staring at the score to figure out who's barely winning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But don't you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is a reason strong moves slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'm okay, if you're okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With wasting time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But when you trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You aways see the bottom line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are tracing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are tracing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you want to know the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I knew that I was still alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found I never learned your number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I only stored it on my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'd think by now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd know the shape of calling home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'm okay, if you're okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With wasting time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But when you trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You aways see the bottom line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are tracing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are tracing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're both alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are tracing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are tracing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you ever get the feeling that we started in the middle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or have you ever had the sense that we've been lying just a little?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I mean come on, it's not like we've know ourselves that long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-113892250430331349?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/113892250430331349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;an interesting discussion came up in my social psychology class today. it pertains to the meaning of happiness and how it relates to a person (well, something like that. i forgot how it even came up as it was a tangent from the intended topic.) a myriad of questions suddenly popped into my head and i came to wonder (as did most of my classmates) what is happiness? how do we know if we are really feeling genuinely happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of them defined happiness as something we feel when we get everything that we want. if we take this definition as true, then we are inherently self-serving creatures put on earth to feed only our own desires. initially, it seems plausible. after all, we do feel satisfaction and "happiness" to some degree when we do achieve or attain what we desire. but this is my dilemma: i do not think that any two people on this planet will ever have the exact same desires the other has. what i need and want to make me feel "happy" may not be the same as yours. in fact, it can potentially cause someone to become unhappy. this will continue with many people. is the process of achieving happiness then just a vicious cycle of getting momentary gratification and causing discomfort to others? if it is, then it is a sad realization that we (the human race) cannot be "happy" all at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what i've 'ranted' on about is not exactly psychological but philosophical in many levels. the idea has been festering in my head since this afternoon and i thought it'll be nice to get something potentially of substance on this blog. so if you're still here, i applaud your courage to read this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-113883634388470103?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/113883634388470103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=113883634388470103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/113883634388470103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/113883634388470103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2006/02/definition-of-happiness.html' title='the definition of happiness'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-113839502425687653</id><published>2006-01-27T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T15:50:24.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>confidence doesn't compensate for incompetence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm relatively liking life right now. the weather's amazingly warm for january, my classes aren't freakishly boring and i've been talking more so all's good. i feel like i'm on top of all my required readings. this is in part due to a strict self-regimented nightly reading schedule and partly because the chapters are somewhat short. i'm retaining more info particularly in my psych classes because they are interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;however, i can't be all too confident. overconfidence has been the downfall of many people and i am not an exception to that. actually, this is a concept in one of my textbooks (social psychology probably) and it stuck with me. if someone's overconfident, they're most likely to underestimate the situation and overestimate their capabilities. the right amount of confidence then is the key to potential success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok i'm getting really hungry and sleepy so i'll cut this nonesense short. cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-113839502425687653?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-113761881340833640</id><published>2006-01-18T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:13:33.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>revamped</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm... i decided to revamp this old thing. i looked at other blog-hosting sites and i found that this one is the most user-friendly. i don't really know how to configure the website to my specific tastes so i figured that i'd stick with blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm actually quite glad that blogger has not yet decided to shun my blog into oblivion since it generates absolutely no interest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway, i got tired of my old layout and even though this layout is another predetermined one by blogger, it's fresh nonetheless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yes, updates: so far, nothing exciting or worth noting in 2006. i did, however, finally obtain my first "A" in university. (well actually, it's an A- but still an A!) so i was ridiculously excited for that. i plan to crawl my way up to the 3.0-something GPAs to try and squeeze my way into any one med school in Ontario. if i don't get in, i'll try Leichtenstein. (i'm joking, of course. might try in Europe though... &lt;taps&gt;) it might actually help this semester since i like my classes more than i'd like to bash my head into walls compared to last semester and last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so here's to an optimistic and potentially harrowing journey to the medical profession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-113761881340833640?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/113761881340833640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=113761881340833640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/113761881340833640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/113761881340833640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2006/01/revamped.html' title='revamped'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-113631316326109005</id><published>2006-01-03T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:32:43.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ch-ch-ch-change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahhh new year, it's that time of countless resolutions that should potentially change your life. resolutions are seldom kept throughout the whole year. one is quite admirable to keep these resolutions for within one week of the new year. so if people do not really keep these self-improvement promises, why make them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i find it easier to focus on goals. if at the beginning of the year my goal is to pass my classes, then that's it. i generally try to keep these simple so as to avoid disappointment. however, i have been thinking these past couple of days, why reach for the lower rung of the ladder? why not try and (to be cliche) reach the top? i figured that it takes too much time and too much effort to do this. focusing on one aspect of life will inevitably cut the time for other parts that are as important. i am not a type A person as i was probably in elementary and the beginning of high school. i've realized that i should have a balanced life of my studies and social life (or lack thereof). i still have priorities and those priorities will ultimately rule any decisions i have to make (for example, i'd love to go to europe and explore but it's not my top priority. so bye bye england for now). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this year, i've got my goal: to focus on my top priority at the moment -- my studies followed by my family and friends. resolutions are out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-113631316326109005?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/113631316326109005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=113631316326109005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/113631316326109005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/113631316326109005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2006/01/ch-ch-ch-change.html' title='ch-ch-ch-change'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-113466844592313400</id><published>2005-12-15T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T12:40:45.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the john mayer blog link is such a trip. i've no idea if it's true, but hey, the blogs are pretty insightful. and i'm putting off studying once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;finals week!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-113466844592313400?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/113466844592313400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=113466844592313400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/113466844592313400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/113466844592313400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/12/trip.html' title='trip'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-113401834297845041</id><published>2005-12-07T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:05:42.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the cusp of semesters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;winter break's almost here folks! to my fellow students, congratulations on making it halfway through another inconsequential year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i've only now realized (and accepted) the fact that you can't please everybody. no matter how hard you try, you'll just fall hard on your arse every single time. i accepted this fact as i accepted my "canadian short story" essay back from judgement. in my humble opinion, it was not as bad as the pieces of crap that i have been writing lately. that paper was one of my finer works. i've researched, drafted, edited and proof-read my eyes out and i get it back with a c+. not bad right? not if you haven't worked your mind numb trying to intellectually satisfy this non-existent teaching assistant who marks the papers. is it too much to ask to just pop by and say a few things about essay expectations? i guess it was. writing that paper was hard. it was like trying to read in complete darkness or trying to play the guitar without strings -- plain impossible. but, i made it work and made it work decently at that. but hey, if the TA doesn't appreciate hard work, fine by me. maybe she shouldn't have marked those papers while pregnant. i could have gotten the nasty end of a mood swing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i've still got that other short story class where hopefully, the TA appreciates hard work.  as for that other TA... there's the TA evaluation on friday. &lt;evil&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm looking forward to next semester. fresh start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-113401834297845041?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/113401834297845041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=113401834297845041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/113401834297845041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/113401834297845041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-cusp-of-semesters.html' title='on the cusp of semesters'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-113329870151776722</id><published>2005-11-29T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T16:11:41.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Try!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gosh, i'm in this weird john mayer revival phase right now. not that i ever got tired of his music, mind you. i think i just sort of gradually outgrew it (within the short period of 1 month). but, as i was saying, John Mayer revival -- no, it's not a cult. buy his (and steve jordan and pino palladino's) cd called&lt;a href="http://www.johnmayertrio.com"&gt; Try!&lt;/a&gt; it's an awesome cd. a live cd shouldn't be too amazing right? after all, you might get something weird in there somewhere when recording. but this album, if you will, is fresh, it's different, it's daring. it's something a real musician (at least in my opinion) should "try" now and again. the songs are not so pop-y anymore (which is good) and not too saccharine (also good). there are also more guitars (also very good). so you see, i'm all for it. hahaha. mayer fans (rob!), get this cd, you won't be disappointed. if you are, well, i can't give you your money back, but hey, give it to someone else, make their day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;on another musical note, go to myspace.com or better yet, go directly to &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/johnmayer"&gt;myspace.com/johnmayer&lt;/a&gt; (other artists have this too). and check out his blog. i honestly thought the guy was going to be a smart ass, but the blogs are really insightful. and now, i'm starting to sound like a deranged and completely obsessed fan who would scream at any instant (but i'm not! really).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh yeah, and i've decided to take down the mayer video (which i don't think works anyways) because i thought it seems completely weird now that i've listened to the new cd (no offense meant to anyone).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-113329870151776722?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/113329870151776722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=113329870151776722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/113329870151776722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/113329870151776722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/11/try.html' title='Try!'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-113263167498435328</id><published>2005-11-21T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:54:34.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Reckoning for Potterphiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long time no post. Well, that's what you get when moving. Everything gets turned over its head. Enough about the banal. What i really intended to talk about was the new Harry Potter movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've just seen the Goblet of Fire. It is the best Potter flick yet. Prisoner of Azkaban has nothing on the Goblet. I really thought that i would be extremely and utterly devastated because of the major plot cuts but overall, i'm extremely ecstatic. i'm floating. i love this movie. the matrix may be knocked out as my favorite movie now. i was hooked from the beginning of the goblet of fire. sure the pessimists out there would say that i've already read the book, i already know what's going to happen -- Voldemort's coming back, Cedric Diggory dies. But it takes a special enthusiasm of the true Potter fan to appreciate the surprises of the adaptation of the book. Needless to say, Mike Newell is an amazing director. Hats off to Steve Kloves for the screenwriting. And most surprisingly, I applaud Daniel Radcliffe for a stellar performance. He might be Oscar-worthy someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. I've laughed at every single Britishness of the film (I love Britain, therefore I love the British). I was absolutely petrified of the Voldemort ressurection scene. Honestly. I cannot bear to look but i forced myself to anyway. (and now, i've become completely paranoid that his snakeness might be creeping up on me despite the fact that he is indeed an imaginary being) I found myself to the point of crying when Cedric died. It was amazingly and terrifyingly real. And to complete this seemingly absurd blog of humiliating confessions about my "obsession" with the Potter series,  i'm now counting down days (well, months at least) before they release this movie on dvd (it comes out in may!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well anyway, i'll just go now and think about the movie once more (freak!!!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(welcome back me!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-113263167498435328?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/113263167498435328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=113263167498435328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/113263167498435328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/113263167498435328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-of-reckoning-for-potterphiles.html' title='Day of Reckoning for Potterphiles'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-112965440666752305</id><published>2005-10-18T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:53:26.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the world's biggest mental block</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;man! i can't think! i've been in a state of this humongous mental block for the past year and a half. i wrote crap on one of my english in-class essays and i'm pretty sure i'd be writing crap on friday too. i haven't got any original thoughts lately. i haven't been able to write a proper essay since i've started university. i have absolutely no idea why. it's just that i can't really find any purpose for things lately. it's just this strange feeling of existing just because you can exist. i'm fine though. not depressed or anything. (i've been getting that a lot). just because i don't talk much anymore means i've got some kind of internal struggle going. jeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so that's basically what's happening. i've been in school, i can't think, and i've written crappy papers. all in all, it's the world's biggest mental blocks that will have to be traversed carefully and slowly. so.... anyone out there who has ideas to rid me of this blank buzzing in my head, throw them my way will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-112965440666752305?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/112965440666752305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>no idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've really got no idea what to put here. as reiterated by preceding posts, NOTHING ever happens around here. man, i've ran out of things to complain about!!! oohh i thought of one... i woke up this morning, my arm was extremely numb. turns out i've slept on it for probably most of the night. that was annoying. i felt like everytime i moved it would break my hand. then the feeling came back slowly. that very discomforting feeling of pins and needles that comes after the numbness. it went out about hmmm..... 20 minutes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm out. again. what else???? wow. i've got no insight today. i wonder why. probably it's because i've been watching too much tv. or did too much statistics work. or maybe too much maroon 5... nah that's not it. i've got to get a life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-112843609879481827?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/112843609879481827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=112843609879481827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112843609879481827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112843609879481827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-idea.html' title='no idea'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-112796596895988957</id><published>2005-09-28T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:52:48.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>checking in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pardon my indulgence. i just had to add that video to this blog. what can i say, i've discovered that thing in friendster. there's no stopping me now!!!! &lt;evil&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway, i just checked in and see if things are still up and running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-112796596895988957?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-112663608188668926</id><published>2005-09-13T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T14:28:01.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today is tuesday, the day following my first day as a sophomore. to put it simply, it was chaotic. i had a jampacked day of four classes back-to-back with a generous break of an hour in between. to be honest, the only reason i found the day frustrating was that i haven't been worked as hard since my masci days. i had it easy the past three years. i've been getting signs that this year wouldn't be the same. i was late for my first class although i arrived at the campus with an abundance of spare time. i had to go through the maze of a building to find the washroom and just when i thought i still had 5 minutes to spare, the class had already begun earlier. great. it's not that i don't know the building, it has a crazy layout which the architects who designed it must have considered it to be a cruel joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i have three english classes and a statistics one. i like most of them -- statistics being the only exception because i really do feel uncomfortable with numbers. this year's a change from last because aside from the fact that i don't have my usual loose and easy schedule, 3 of my 4 professors (instructors) are women. i haven't had a good female professor in university. last year's was a dud. i've no idea if this is a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ughhhhhh. every time classes start i always have the notion of taking the world by storm, having all the energy and ideas that could change the world. it always goes downhill after the first day. i think even the task of writing a simple thought into my blog is becoming increasingly tedious. it is evident in my sucky writing. it just doesn't flow today like it did on my other posts. i'll just rest and enjoy my days without classes and maybe the flow would come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-112663608188668926?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/112663608188668926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=112663608188668926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112663608188668926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112663608188668926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-after-chaos.html' title='the day after chaos'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-112628176523759431</id><published>2005-09-09T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:05:49.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mellowness and giddiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't exactly know how the title relates to this post. possibly because the first day of my sophomore year is on monday therefore i feel giddy, at the same time i'm listening to &lt;a href="http://www.coldplay.com"&gt;coldplay's &lt;/a&gt;new cd X&amp;amp;Y (which by the way, is sensational) therefore i feel mellow. okay, i now feel weird because i don't know many people who would be excited to go back to school. think of it as me being some sort of extra terrestrial who considers the university campus as her mothership. (nerd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway, another reason why i feel giddy -- well, restless to be exact -- is that the &lt;a href="http://www.e.bell.ca/filmfest/2005/splash.asp"&gt;Toronto International Film Festival&lt;/a&gt; (the "it" festival next to Cannes) is going on downtown. i'd really love to be there to schmooze with the stars but again i can't. tomorrow, orlando bloom and kirsten dunst will be promoting their movie &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethtown.com"&gt;elizabethtown&lt;/a&gt; at muchmusic. johnny depp will be at the manulife center promoting corpse bride. half the "fellowship" from the lord of the rings are there promoting their own films. whilst i am once again, stuck in suburbia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway, the festival's going to go on for the rest of the week, and my school starts on monday. since the campus is a convenient walk away from all the happenings, i could still stalk someone there (kidding). well, unless of course i find someone to go with me to the orlando bloom thing tomorrow then i'd drop the whole stargazing shebang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-112628176523759431?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/112628176523759431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=112628176523759431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112628176523759431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112628176523759431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/09/mellowness-and-giddiness.html' title='mellowness and giddiness'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-112567461826121184</id><published>2005-09-02T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:10:36.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and of being unlucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've recently discovered that apart from being mediocre in things like sports, i am also one of the unluckiest (is this even a word) people when it comes to getting things like concert tickets. thrice i have come across the opportunity to see amazing musicians live, in person, to breathe the same air they would have breathed in (i know, disgusting right?). first was my thwarted attempt to win the maroon 5 concert in their tour last spring which i so desperately had wanted to attend. second was another concert, this time by the killers, also in toronto, also did not happen because of my lack of money. this third time is different, i now have money. i have been working my arse off for 3 months now, saving money for school and other things. that "other thing" has come ladies and gentlemen! i went to the website of the radio station i listen to and i saw their "hot tickets" section. lo and behold that ticketmaster has an event for the john mayer trio -- consisting of john mayer, a drummer -- steve jordan -- and a bassist -- pino palladino -- both of whom are amazing. i clicked on the link thinking "gee, now i can actually see something that i would greatly appreciate and probably remember for the rest of my life". then comes the disappointment, the venue - their only canadian venue - is&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; sold out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; i've been pretty much moping since about an hour ago when i found out, listening to john mayer songs, thinking what on earth i could have done for me to miss out on three chances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok, now i'm just going to sit in the corner and go crazy. bye bye now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-112567461826121184?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/112567461826121184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=112567461826121184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112567461826121184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112567461826121184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-of-being-unlucky.html' title='and of being unlucky'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-112558710217522737</id><published>2005-09-01T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:05:02.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a man's missing mojo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;andy roddick's loss tuesday night has got to hurt. first round on his home turf, to a player ranked waaay lower than him and to add more sting, it was on his birthday too! and now, it seems like little people like me would be rubbing the loss in his face. well, i'm not. it just seemed like a routine match from the first set -- easily serving out aces. but then at one point it looked like roddick lost steam. muller gained everything. i'm not saying muller was a better player, he didn't seem like it. it really was the mojo's fault. well, just like many other roddick fans, i am terribly disappointed. what's a championship match without andy roddick? roddick has seemingly lost his passion for the game, it makes the calm federer look like a jumping bean. anyway, i'm just blowing off steam here. i've got no other beef for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-112558710217522737?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/112558710217522737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=112558710217522737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112558710217522737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112558710217522737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/09/mans-missing-mojo.html' title='a man&apos;s missing mojo'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-112457808704561236</id><published>2005-08-20T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:39:23.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>of being anal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i really can't think of a better title for this post. this is what i have so far learned about being in the food biz: people can be anal about their food. anal, food?!? using these two words in the same sentence seems like a downright disgusting thing to do. but what can you do? people &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; really specific about what they eat. i don't mean specific as in does-this-have-peanuts-in-it or is-it-made-with-any-meat-product. specific as in please-don't-make-the-pickles-touch specific. i've encountered many interesting orders in terms of their burger garnish ranging from ordering just plain toast (without the burger patty) to putting everything in it short of the kitchen sink. some people are really nit-picky on details like the ratio of tomatoes and pickles in their burgers or the amount of swirls of ketchup they have to put on. sometimes i can't help but think how these people are in other aspects of their life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i know i really shouldn't judge others based on one visible aspect of their personality. but i couldn't help pick up the shadow of their being through their habits. after all, you could be what you eat (doesn't make sense). anyway, if a person could be really focused on the detail of their food, how much more focus could they have when it comes to potentially life-altering decisions? think about it: if they do not want the pickles to touch each other, or they want their burger to have a certain mayo-ketchup-mustard configuration, these are probably the people who tend to have a place for everything or has to have things a certain way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway, i have more to learn about the relation of the burger world and the human psyche. maybe next year after taking more psychology classes, i would have a better insight on being anal about condiments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-112457808704561236?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/112457808704561236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=112457808704561236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112457808704561236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112457808704561236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-being-anal.html' title='of being anal'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-112217387881933381</id><published>2005-07-23T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T22:57:58.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>floating in a sea of confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am so screwed these past few days. partly because i've been sleeping late and partly because i've been so tired from work. i haven't finished my schedule (which i need for enrolment on monday) which i started a couple months back. i've suddenly changed my program of study-- from 1 major and 2 minors to 2 humongous majors. psychology and english. with that, i have juggernauts for classes and never mind the piles of essays i'm sure to get. why change it then? i've realized that i suck at bio. well, the bio here anyway which consists mainly of evolution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;as i'm writing this, i feel as if i am within a dense cloud through which i cannot see anything. it's enough to make me think about my situation come september when i have to go to classes and work part-time. that will definitely be a complication on my life and my non-existent social life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am so screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-112217387881933381?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/112217387881933381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=112217387881933381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112217387881933381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112217387881933381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/07/floating-in-sea-of-confusion.html' title='floating in a sea of confusion'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-112169700230817445</id><published>2005-07-18T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T18:57:14.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a very harry hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i haven't been near any alcoholic beverage for me to have a proper hangover but i do still have a massive headache caused by reading the latest potter book within a day of getting it. ok here goes, my verdict (not that anyone would care actually) the book in its entirety is spectacular as always. it was really enlightening to read the book because it certainly does explain a whole bunch of unanswered questions. the story however, is a tad slower than the others in the series seeing as most of book 6's chapters involved some form of revelation or another. the action picks up at about the last 3 chapters; those being exhilarating, heart-wrenching and plain sad. one thing that bugged be about the book is that the love stories are a bit cheesier than the usual relationship issues in the previous books. i would think that the reason for this is that the characters are at the age that they can tend to be cheesy. mind that i would have to reread it to get a proper idea of the whole plot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, charlie and the chocolate factory was one thing that i missed this weekend. i did not get to see the film because of some reason that i still can't figure out. i guess that i may have to wait until the dvd comes out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-112169700230817445?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/112169700230817445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=112169700230817445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112169700230817445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112169700230817445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/07/very-harry-hangover.html' title='a very harry hangover'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-112117986061358392</id><published>2005-07-12T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T10:51:00.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the frenzy of a book release and a movie.</title><content type='html'>3&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; days before saturday. a lot have been asking me what the big deal is. c'mon, it's the sixth of the seven potter books!!! you can't blame me for being excited and anxious to read it. i've been hooked! i've been a part of the massive cultural saturation that is harry potter. i've paid good money for the book. you've got to be excited too! though come to think of it, there might be only a handful of people who are as neurotic about this book as i am. there's this weird internal struggle of wanting to read the book to find out what happens but also the anxiety of maybe not liking what's in store. it's almost like trying to preserve the sanctity of the story if i don't read it because what will remain in my head will be how i personally perceive the series thus far. but hey, if i don't read it i'll never find out right? crazy, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway, on another thing happening this weekend -- charlie and the chocolate factory. another thing that comes with free excitement and anxiety. i'm really jazzed about seeing a whole new interpretation of roald dahl's masterpiece. i'd love to see it made with technology and not with a silly glass elevator-prop that is attached to a string and tossed around. but, i'm not anxious about how it all plays out because i've grown so attached to the gene wilder version as low-tech as it may be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, we'll see about both things next week, won't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-112117986061358392?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/112117986061358392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=112117986061358392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112117986061358392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/112117986061358392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/07/frenzy-of-book-release-and-movie.html' title='the frenzy of a book release and a movie.'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-111988555138045899</id><published>2005-06-27T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:19:11.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monday morning blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nothing interesting and noteworthy here, really. just wanted to post my thoughts on recent crazy happenings on the pop-culture world. one being tom cruise's crazy statements about psychiatry. clearly he has a problem with the whole discipline (which of course includes psychology which i'm studying) and if his referring to the "history of psychiatry" being the early "confinement" methods of the afflicted, then it would make a whole lot more sense. i guess what i'm trying to say is he's an actor -- he should not talk about things that have nothing to do with acting that he does not completely understand or does not have an experience with (had he been a mentally ill person who did not benefit from any psychiatric treatment i would have been more forgiving) just like any normal person would not talk about anything they don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-111988555138045899?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/111988555138045899/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-111828257126854869</id><published>2005-06-08T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:02:51.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>anything and some things 90's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i finally thought of something to put on this blog -- the nineties! yes, the decade. i realized that personally, the nineties was a decade of really uninformed and childish choices in music, clothes, tv shows, books and everything in between. mind you, i &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a child at that time. with the recent resurfacing of the 90's boyband the backstreet boys (one of the many musical groups i listened to at the time) i started remembering a lot of early memories associated with that decade. i remember being part of a dance group for christmas parties in elementary (dancing to, of course, "get down") i remember watching saved by the bell, though i really don't remember the reason why i watched it. another 90's band that i remember was the moffatts, yes they appeared to counter the hanson brothers. well, the only reason i remember it now is because one of them tried out for canadian idol. which surprised me because trying out for something like an idol show for someone who has had the taste of fame before should be a little challenging. i must admit that i admire this guy's guts to try and take a shot at a second time of fame. i presume that the experience of auditioning must be quite humbling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now, to tell you the truth, i've been spending some time kicking my own arse because i can not believe how naive and sheltered i've been growing up. i'm disappointed that i have missed oasis's glory during the 90's. i'm drawing a blank when asked where i was and what i was doing the day kurt cobain died. for all i know i was probably playing outside and skinning my knees. i probably will not fully appreciate the greatness and the longevity of bands that i do like now like rem, green day, oasis and many others. can't blame my innocence though. although i could've been more aware of culture at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-111828257126854869?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/111828257126854869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=111828257126854869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111828257126854869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111828257126854869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/06/anything-and-some-things-90s.html' title='anything and some things 90&apos;s'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-111824409955577504</id><published>2005-06-08T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:21:39.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>being on hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i haven't really been in the mood for posting the last few weeks... i guess it's just the whole school's-out-and-i-don't-have-a-job kind of thing. i've been doing absolutely nothing the past few weeks. i'm starting to feel a little overwhemled by all the free time i have. huh, i guess vacation time and laying lazily around isn't really as glorious as it sounds like. i'm going to have to post another entry here a little bit later because it seems that my mind is drawing a complete blank at the moment...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-111824409955577504?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/111824409955577504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=111824409955577504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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working drone for the rest of my life like many people who've come before me and will come after me. never mind that i will be crushing my life's dream and any evidence of ambition i have because i am, as implied, another source of burden to people. choice of school, choice of to-be-career, everything. now i'm wishing that i can find something i'm good at. too bad i suck at the guitar because if i wasn't then i'd just be a street musician. i could be a street artist but i am also just mediocre at that. could it be a new fad, to kill every ounce of dream a kid has? really, society has made people focus more on things that will bring more money, everything income generating. screw society then! %$#!+#@!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so, early adulthood angst? you could say that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-111489677098651573</id><published>2005-04-30T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T17:32:50.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>headache and nausea galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was up late last night trying to figure out a schedule for next semester. i know, i know... it's in september, why bother doing it now? believe me, it's better this way! last year, i got stuck in lousy classes because i wasn't able to fix a proper schedule. it's not going to happen this year! so now, i have a massive headache and severe nausea everytime i try to walk around. i think i might be having insomnia because i can't sleep properly. ahhh well, i'll just try to stay up til 11 tonight and sleep properly after. let's just hope it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-111489677098651573?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/111489677098651573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=111489677098651573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111489677098651573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111489677098651573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/04/headache-and-nausea-galore.html' title='headache and nausea galore'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-111460738181788289</id><published>2005-04-27T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T09:09:41.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i confused myself, yet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dreamt of something, someone or somewhere that i haven't thought of for a long time. i just can't figure why it manifested itself in my dreams. i really can't. it's really frustrating after reading freud on dreams. i can't psychologize this particular dream. i think i don't need a wish fulfillment for it. since i have forgotten about this a million years ago. i'm pretty sure that it is already the latent meaning not ridden with symbolisms and crazy metaphors. it's not bad, really but it just really frustrated me, trying to figure out what it means. i won't bore anyone with the details so i won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so my present problem, once again, is my increasingly short attention span for studying. i know i have to do it someday but right now, no thanks. hey maybe that's why what i get are too dismal to even think about. really, i've just got to focus. i've been putting reward stuff at certain points of my life, during the day, months, years whatever, just to motivate myself. for instance, in a few months, the 6th harry potter is out. i try to think of that as a reward. and if that doesn't work, in a couple of years, i'll be applying to med school. and if i get in, the reward will be a trip to europe. expenses paid by the loan. hehehehe. anyway, stuff like that. it's pathetic really that i need to materially motivate myself to succeed, but if it works, then good for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-111460738181788289?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/111460738181788289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=111460738181788289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111460738181788289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111460738181788289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-confused-myself-yet-again.html' title='i confused myself, yet again'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-111443820768859989</id><published>2005-04-25T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T10:10:07.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wish fulfillment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok, define wish fulfillment. in psychoanalytic theory, loosely speaking, wish fulfillment is manifested through a person's dreams. what they dream contain a manifest and latent content. sometimes the dream is straightforward and does not need an interpretation. what we dream is apparently what we crave to do or to achieve. so my dream of going to a maroon 5 concert is definitely a wish fulfillment. not reality but good enough to apparently calm my subconscious. but what about dreams about crazy alternate universes? i definitely don't want to live in one. especially ones infested with orcs and ruled by sauron and you-know-who. these dreams, or nightmares if you will, only occur when i read a book from either one of the series before going to bed. i'm pretty sure that i do not have a hidden desire to have a lightning-shaped scar on my forehead and i definitely don't want to carry an evil ring to mount doom. so, from these experiences, i would conclude that my dreams are manifestations of whatever objects or ideas that have been riding my brainwaves minutes before i sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;however, i wouldn't set aside the wish fulfillment theory. it does, in fact, sometimes manifest itself particularly if one lets their guard down especially before sleeping will probably dream of something they wish to have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh and if your dreams are those that contain many symbolisms and vague subjects, you're on your own. goodluck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-111443820768859989?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/111443820768859989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=111443820768859989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111443820768859989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111443820768859989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/04/wish-fulfillment.html' title='wish fulfillment'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-111361972864118392</id><published>2005-04-15T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:53:09.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>me, multi-faceted abnormal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you know, it's a really comforting thought that there are people who do care about you. since lately, i've been the type of person that would dismiss any social interaction just because i don't feel like doing anything. but yesterday, i realized how much i missed just talking. one of my bestfriends, jesly, called and it probably was the most time i've spent on the phone. it's all good. we talked about stuff, some serious, some on the other side, some memories and others just plans for what's ahead (yale ^_0) yes, i'm being sentimental, i know. (i do have a right to act like a human being sometimes... hehehe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yeah, within this week, that has been the only thing out of my routine of "thinking about studying - actually studying - suddenly finding something distracting". i've really got to focus. there's something that's not making me focus. i have no clue what it is though. hmmm... well, i'll figure it out sooner or later. better sooner than later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i have no idea how the title of this post is in any way related to the actual contents of it. i heard that "multi-faceted abnormal" bit in the &lt;a href="http://www.thewb.com"&gt;gilmore girls&lt;/a&gt; and it kind of just got stuck in my head. i thought being abnormal means not being normal -- you're set apart from everyone else! and if being plain abnormal is already a distinguishing mark, being multi-faceted abnormal would ideally be much better, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-111361972864118392?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/111361972864118392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=111361972864118392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111361972864118392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111361972864118392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/04/me-multi-faceted-abnormal.html' title='me, multi-faceted abnormal'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-111359209244563399</id><published>2005-04-15T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T15:08:47.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>got to listen to these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='300'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1102886214classicrocknew.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=711'&gt;Music Recommendation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' 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href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/04/got-to-listen-to-these.html' title='got to listen to these...'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-111336016175581321</id><published>2005-04-12T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:42:41.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>maroon head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;yes as usual i am obsessing about something. today and many months before had been maroon 5's time in my crazy downright crowded mind. it is their concert tonight and unfortunately as a student short on cash, i have been unable to grace their concert with my undetectable presence. anyway, i decided to stage my own maroon 5 "concert", playing their cds (since i do have both the studio and the acoustic ones). suddenly i realized how silly it was for me to do that since i don't know if the concert was any good. it probably wasn't all that. after all the tickets weren't sold out. ah who am i kidding? even if they stunk, i still would've enjoyed the mere experience of doing something my age group does. and as the maroon stage (as i liked to call it) fades away to a distressed red in my head, i wonder if i would be able to come by another missed opportunity such as this - to see my favorite band in a live concert. ah well. i still probably wouldn't be able to go anyway. i'll just stick to my cds for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-111336016175581321?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/111336016175581321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=111336016175581321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111336016175581321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111336016175581321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/04/maroon-head.html' title='maroon head'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-111206702540538135</id><published>2005-03-28T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:30:25.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>evolution of laziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, contradictory to my title, i actually have done something today. i have finished a part of my bio lab presentation. the visual component, that is. i still have to complete the essay and give a 4 minute speech. all of which are due on wednesday... can you say time crunched? anyway, right now i'm multi-tasking, waiting for the overhead sheets to dry out, checking out a cd i'm planning to buy and typing this thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay now to the main thing. there's this older student (and by older i mean around early 40's) in one of my classes. she's fine most of the time. she stays physically out of reach from other students. the thing that bothers me about her though is that she can be really, really, really condescending. when she talks to the prof, she makes it seem that other students cannot understand what she's saying and she acts all huffy about it. sure she does have more experiences exhibited in her lined face, she has gone through more things but to treat other students (which what she is) as inferior to her is just wrong! she stares at this other girl like she can mentally control her movements and is just waiting for the poor girl to act crazy and prove her right. if she starts staring me down, i'll just stare right back. people who do know me well will testify to times when i have lost my cool around people just because they think they own the world. well, newsflash - you don't! i doesn't matter how old you are, if you're going to act like you're superior while you're in a first year class, think again we're just on the same playing field, you and I. so for the mean time, i'll leave you alone. don't start antagonizing me and i won't start with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-111206702540538135?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/111206702540538135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=111206702540538135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111206702540538135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111206702540538135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/03/evolution-of-laziness.html' title='evolution of laziness'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-111120582078263586</id><published>2005-03-18T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:17:00.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sneakers schmeakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;superficiality alert! okay, you know those really classic balck and white converse sneakers? i've gotta have those. i'm in the process of a sneaker hunt. i'm gonna try to look for it tomorrow in Buffalo, NY. well, i'm really going there to go to mass at the fatima shrine, the outlet mall is just a little perk that came along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;aside from my apparent shallowness, i've been really focused on my academics, hence the decreasing frequency of my blog updates. i've cut down on the tv and i'm sticking to shows that i can watch on fridays and the occasional wednesday gilmore girls. gotta have those. yeah, i've had to many close shaves at tests that i really can't afford to slack off again. so i've got to buck up and take all the blows that come my way. no more dodging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-111120582078263586?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/111120582078263586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=111120582078263586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111120582078263586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111120582078263586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/03/sneakers-schmeakers.html' title='sneakers schmeakers'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-111040564714119408</id><published>2005-03-09T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T17:00:47.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>potter on the brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on a very much lighter and more exciting note, they have revealed the cover of the next harry potter book. i must say that the US version is really awesome but the bloomsbury kids version of the cover seems very off. first, harry is supposed to be 16 in this book. he looks 30 on the cover, for crying out loud! anyway, as some might have noticed, i have added a countdown clock at the bottom of the page from &lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com"&gt;www.mugglenet.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-111040564714119408?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/111040564714119408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=111040564714119408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111040564714119408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111040564714119408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/03/potter-on-brain.html' title='potter on the brain'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-111040453278897267</id><published>2005-03-09T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T16:42:12.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy people inhabit our world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have been freaked out (and become used to) many weird happenings in our society. sometimes i think that i understand some levels of it. what i don't understand though is the notion that people are in control of their mortality. there has been quite a few incidents here in ontario which is definitely disturbing. first there was a demented man who decided to throw his 5 year old child off a bridge and follow afterwards because of a pending divorce and some debt. still, a person's life, much less a child's has greater value over money. and just today, a man decided to set himself on fire based on unknown reasons. it happened near my campus just in front of the subway station i always get off at. i'm just really relieved that i did not personally witness it. pray for these people please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-111040453278897267?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/111040453278897267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=111040453278897267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111040453278897267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/111040453278897267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/03/crazy-people-inhabit-our-world.html' title='crazy people inhabit our world'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-110980931381515653</id><published>2005-03-02T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:21:53.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>now really...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes, once again, life is being completely boring. well, it might be partly my fault but i'll just blame life in general at least for now. so tomorrow is the second last attempt at a decent mark in my bio class. you might be wondering what i'm doing on blogger writing this thing. i am, as a matter of fact, printing out sample tests this very moment. that and i am, per usual, avoiding the task of studying. 'procrastinator!' they gasp. well, that has been my disposition from the moment i started high school. can't seem to avoid it. i try and try to actually force myself into studying earlier or doing projects earlier but alas, it doesn't work. i've tried scheduling everything, wrote it in a neat timetable, and decided to cross off anything i've finished, stuck the list on my cork board and nothing. i am, ladies and gentlemen, completely hopeless when it comes to time management. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to give you a clearer picture, here i am right now, doing nothing particularly fruitful. then tomorrow on the day of my test, i find myself facing four solid hours of spare time between my last class and the time i write that thing. to put it simply, i will be expected to cram like crazy. as the sound of the printer dies and the last page of my practice test comes out, i once again face the prospect of studying for my test. however, i do know that i will eventually succumb to the temptation to watch television, or otherwise stay a tad longer on the computer doing absolutely nothing. rest assured, there will be no studying here tonight. (although i must not speak so boldly as i might be bothered by my conscience and actually crack a book open). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ladies and gentlemen, i take my leave for tonight. i assure you that inspite of all the drama, i will still attempt with all of my feeble willpower to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-110980931381515653?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/110980931381515653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=110980931381515653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110980931381515653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110980931381515653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/03/now-really.html' title='now really...'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-110946939652763407</id><published>2005-02-26T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T20:56:36.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the h*ll with collectibles!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;last tuesday, i went to the toronto eaton centre to check out a sale my mom told me about. i did get a pair of pants there and checked out the mall as well. it was a pretty standard mall with everything you would expect from a mall - food court, clothes, shoes. i also found this collectible kiosks selling things signed by famous people. i wandered past it and saw a signed photo of andre agassi. i thought &lt;em&gt;cool, signed photos, it's small, might be cheap&lt;/em&gt;. so i checked it out more, saw a couple more pictures of other people, saw andy roddick's signed photo. it looked authentic enough to grab my interest and considered buying it. as i waited for the sales person to stop talking on the phone, i also saw an authographed script of Pirates of the Caribbean. it was signed by orlando bloom, johnny depp, kiera knightley and some other people. it was $119, without tax. i thought again &lt;em&gt;screw the script, there's still the picture of andy roddick. if it's only $20-$25, i'll definitely buy it! &lt;/em&gt;so i waited another 10 minutes. finally, the salesperson stopped talking on the phone and i got to ask how much the 4inches x 6 inches of roddick's signed picture was.  i waited as she looked it up, anticipation building.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: so... how much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;                     sales girl: well, it's $55 plus tax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;                     me: the small one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;                     sales girl: yeah the 4x6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;                     me: oh, okay, thanks i guess. (walks away, dejected)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;at that point, i figured that with that amount of money (even less), i could get into the tennis masters toronto, stalk a couple of tennis players and have them sign a bunch of tennis balls and it would be so much better. though the odds of that happening is less than me buying the stupid picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-110946939652763407?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/110946939652763407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=110946939652763407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110946939652763407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110946939652763407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/02/hll-with-collectibles.html' title='the h*ll with collectibles!!!'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-110891388128422442</id><published>2005-02-20T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T10:38:01.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my two decades on earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;really, i don't feel any different - any older for that matter - since yesterday when i turned 20. i know, i know, it's not a big deal. but hey, i &lt;u&gt;has&lt;/u&gt; been two decades. and what have i learned? nothing mind shattering, really. just a few bunch of odds and ends that we could call knowledge. stuff like - don't eat yellow snow (among the latest), and semi-useless kinds of crap like that. so to over-simplify everything, i have been doing &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; for the past 20 years. great. more to catch up on. i don't really like being considered an adult in some ways - like earning your own money to buy things that you really like, being responsible etc. and i don't exactly like being reminded that i am older but still dependent on so many things like my younger sister did yesterday while going to the grocery:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kapatid: ate, 20 ka na pala! 80 years na lang 100 ka na!!! (laughs for a long time) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapos 50 years na lang 70 ka na!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and then i realized that i still don't know how to drive, i watch cartoons instead of many other things. i can't relate to the O.C., and i don't really enjoy working. can you say that i am living in a kid's mind? hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay, birthday resolution (if there's such a thing) - do more spontaneous things and avoid doing it according to the "to do" list (which in fact, defeats the whole purpose of spontaneity). and stop being such a pathetic, whiny loser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-110891388128422442?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/110891388128422442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=110891388128422442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110891388128422442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110891388128422442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-two-decades-on-earth.html' title='my two decades on earth'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-110809772244202175</id><published>2005-02-10T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:55:48.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guitars and things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i know it has been a while since i posted something. believe me, i don't have anything happening anywhere. well, since my last post, i have purchased my second guitar. well, technically the first one here in canada. yep, out of my own pocket. i actually experienced a bit of buyer's remorse afterwards. i kept thinking &lt;em&gt;what the hell did i just do?!? i spent $120 on this thing&lt;/em&gt;. then i thought that after maybe years of practice i could probably play like john mayer (in my dreams at least). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh yeah, check out this game called &lt;a href="http://www.projectrockstar.com"&gt;projectrockstar&lt;/a&gt;. it's a virtual managing game where you could manage your own band. it's ok really, but if you get stuck with a really talentless virtual rocker you're doomed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm so looking forward to next week. it's our school's version of spring break. they call it "reading week". yep, as the name states, it's a week full of reading because the week after it is hell week for everyone. three words: mid term tests. yup yup yup, exciting isn't it? (in case you havne't noticed already, i was being sarcastic).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-110809772244202175?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/110809772244202175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=110809772244202175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110809772244202175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110809772244202175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/02/guitars-and-things.html' title='guitars and things'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-110705227319374689</id><published>2005-01-29T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T21:31:13.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>movie suggestion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seemed like i was the only loser in my english class who hasn't seen this indie film by john cameron mitchell called &lt;a href="http://www.hedwigmovie.com"&gt;hedwig and the angry inch&lt;/a&gt;. it was one of those film that i wouldn't have come near given my own choice (due to some of the content of the film), but since its script was on the required reading list, i didn't have a choice.  i surprisingly do not regret seeing this film firstly because it had amazing cinematography for an indie film. secondly, for a fictional rock band, their songs were amazing. its not just my opinion! ask the sundance people from a few years back, they'll agree (john cameron mitchell won best director). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i have yet to read the script, but i'm sure that it is really awesome. do watch the movie if you have the chance, it's on dvd so it wouldn't be a problem to find it for renting. on the subject of another movie, has anyone out on the vast space of the web seen the movie called &lt;a href="http://www.sylviamovie.com"&gt;sylvia&lt;/a&gt;? it's about the poet sylvia plath (gwyneth paltrow is slyvia). just talk back if you did and tell me about the movie, i have plans to watch it and i want to know if it's worth the while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-110705227319374689?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/110705227319374689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=110705227319374689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110705227319374689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110705227319374689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/01/movie-suggestion.html' title='movie suggestion'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-110687036043102093</id><published>2005-01-27T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T18:59:20.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how you doin'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seemed like a fairly busy couple of weeks for me although there's really not much going on in my life. maybe it's because the australian open is going on - and federer the undefeatable has been defeated! i've been up late for a couple of days now, trying to catch matches which they show in the middle of the night. if the network i've been watching thought about the people who do watch and prefer tennis over, say, golf (or wrestling) they would've moved it to a more decent time slot (well, the taped matched anyway). i didn't even get to see the federer-safin match whereas they showed the sharapova-williams match twice!!! that's not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay enough tennis rambling. on another subject, i've finished reading this book called &lt;em&gt;mona in the promised land&lt;/em&gt;. it's really really good. you know, finding who you are, defying rules, etc. don't just take my word for it. read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-110687036043102093?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/110687036043102093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=110687036043102093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110687036043102093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110687036043102093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-you-doin.html' title='how you doin&apos;?'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-110610405402882286</id><published>2005-01-18T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T22:07:34.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>celliquette and stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wow... nothing's really been happening. aside from being sick the past day, i'm really in my usual annoyed, grumpy state. which means i'm usually pissed off by some people who talk too loudly on their cellfones or people who have absolutely no consideration when they smoke. someone should be writing someone about celliquette -- you know, cellfone ettiquette. no one really wants to know what's going on with your friend's boyfriend's ex-girlfriend. spare the innocent bystander from your woes. and you, the smoker, if you want to burden yourself with toxic chemicals from your cig, lock yourself in a washroom so you can fully enjoy your killer smoke. cheers! well, it's just me being annoying and grumpy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-110610405402882286?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/110610405402882286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=110610405402882286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110610405402882286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110610405402882286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/01/celliquette-and-stuff.html' title='celliquette and stuff'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-110557248150855022</id><published>2005-01-12T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:59:03.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>phew, what a (boring) day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;first off, i now know that trainers (runners, sneakers, whatever) were not meant to be used for icy roads and sidewalks. let it be a lesson to all that if you do use trainers for impromptu "ice skating", there will be a lot of negative side effects. take it from someone who slid off the stairs consequently landing on her arse and then falling down on her face minutes after. if you were wondering if you could laugh, sure go ahead. i have been laughing at myself for the past 10 hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it pretty much sucks if the weather is composed mainly of snow and sleet. you can't do anything else but stay home or take the chance of slipping and sliding through traffic. everyone i saw on the streets were doing some kind of the "old-lady shuffle" as i've heard them call it on the radio. now it started raining pretty hard and instead of sliding through, everyone's sloshing through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, aside from ego being bruised, nothing really happened unless you count being *almost* late for a class as "something"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i really don't have a clue why i even bothered updating my blog. another repercussion of my event-less day i suppose... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-110557248150855022?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/110557248150855022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=110557248150855022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110557248150855022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110557248150855022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/01/phew-what-boring-day.html' title='phew, what a (boring) day'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-110541515323106727</id><published>2005-01-10T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T23:25:21.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's happening?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay, i know i did not click on something funky on blogger... something's up with all my posts.... oh well, enough about my pathetic ineptitude on computer stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i finally did my presentation in my seminar class. it wasn't a complete disaster (which is something considering I did this presentation by myself). although the questions from the prof after, were a bit surprising. the guy who presented before i did totally outdid himself and at the same time made everyone laugh at him because of his Paris Gellar-like "enthusiasm" on the subject (gilmore girls reference... ignore if you don't watch the show). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;check out this band&lt;/span&gt; called "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thekillersmusic.com"&gt;the killers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" if you haven't done so already. they're really awesome. really cool songs, although the one song "somebody told me" is little bit out there. it goes &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;somebody told me/ that you had a boyfriend/ who looked like a girlfriend/ that i had in february of last year&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;. anybody else think it's weird, or is it just me? but all their other songs are cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-110541515323106727?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/110541515323106727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=110541515323106727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110541515323106727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110541515323106727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/01/whats-happening.html' title='what&apos;s happening?!?'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-110516145738988985</id><published>2005-01-08T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T23:23:17.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessive-impulsive?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's no secret that i can be tad too obsessive about things... singers, bands, colors, hobbies, sports, whatever. (never on trends though). but i never thought of myself as an impulsive type. i barely ever do something out of my routine. i don't do anything major so far that i didn't stress over for days. i know... boring ol' me. not the point though... what the heck was my point?!? ah well... here's a song, sing along now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sunday Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sunday morning rain is falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Steal some covers share some skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You twist to fit the mold that I am in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I would gladly hit the road and get up if I knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;That someday it will lead me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;That someday it will lead me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;That maybe all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;In darkness she is all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Come and rest your bones with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Driving slow on Sunday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I'd never want to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fingers trace your every outline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Paint a picture with my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Back and forth we sway like branches in the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Change the weather still together when it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;That may be all I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;In darkness she is all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Come and rest your bones with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Driving slow on Sunday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I'd never want to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But things just gets so crazy living life gets hard to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Singing someday it will lead me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Find a way to bring myself back home to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And you may not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;That maybe all I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;In darkness she is all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Come and rest your bones with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Driving slow on Sunday Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-110516145738988985?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/110516145738988985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=110516145738988985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110516145738988985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110516145738988985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/01/obsessive-impulsive.html' title='obsessive-impulsive?!?'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-110479289218667641</id><published>2005-01-03T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T18:32:21.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so far so goof (i meant good)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so today was the official start of the 2nd term... and i thought everything was in place and functioning like it's supposed to. i got one of my papers back, it wasn't one of my uber prepared pieces that i usually slave over for 2-3 weeks. it was one of those overnighters that you just couldn't care less about. i thought that i would just wing it. and fortunately, by some weird flux in the university system, or probably just the mind set of my prof, i actually got an A! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but then there are the other aspects of university education that will just make you cringe everytime you think about it. the dreaded &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;term test&lt;/span&gt;. i came in to this test thinking that i knew what there is to know about this subject matter, and came out reinforcing the idea that i do actually have a brain as small as a pea. same goes with my english essay that i spent weeks preparing for, spent hours proof reading and then what happens?!? i get a lower mark than what i got on another english essay that i spent 3 hours on - total. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;moral of the story -- just wing it when you can! i just cannot figure out how the minds of these people work. but don't get me wrong, i'm not complaining about the only A that i received. i'm just confused... really, really confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-110479289218667641?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/110479289218667641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=110479289218667641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110479289218667641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110479289218667641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-far-so-goof-i-meant-good.html' title='so far so goof (i meant good)'/><author><name>eightyfive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15013430216352459295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-110468540921900641</id><published>2005-01-02T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T12:32:29.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oops/ still rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i think i just clicked on something funny on the settings on this blog thing. bear with me, i'm completely new to this thing. sort of seeing a completely innocent stick and trying to find it's purpose and messing up big time (that's what's happening right now). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now that i have the means of "talking"... i can't seem to say anything. nothing ever happens out here in my snow-covered world. sounds nice huh? i wish. imagine shovelling snow for 2 hours straight, in the bitter cold (and at the same time sweating from the effort) i know, it's not a pretty picture. although i haven't shovelled snow this year (yet), i'm pretty sure i'm the one who's gonna be doing it come next month. i don't like having to wear layers of bulky clothes and sweaters just to go out and get the mail... that reminds me, i still haven't found any decent down-filled jackets around. well, it's quite hard to find one that's inside my budget. you see, it's not a good time to be picky or else you'll be left in other shoppers' dust. well, that's what happens if you wake up late and go to a special sale well beyond 3 hours late. i've learned my lesson. however, i might still go to the mall and scrounge up a couple more bucks to get that darn expensive jacket i saw last week. i just hope it's still there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-110468540921900641?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/110468540921900641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=110468540921900641' title='0 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyone up for a song? favorite ko 'tong kantang 'to because it somehow sums up a lot of stuff going on around me and my (apparently not-so-welcome) choices... oh well, just enjoy (i hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;NO SUCH THING - john mayer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Welcome to the real world", she said to me&lt;br /&gt;Condescendingly&lt;br /&gt;Take a seat&lt;br /&gt;Take your life&lt;br /&gt;Plot it out in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings&lt;br /&gt;And the drama queens&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think the best of me&lt;br /&gt;Is still hiding&lt;br /&gt;Up my sleeve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;They love to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Stay inside the lines&lt;br /&gt;But something's better&lt;br /&gt;On the other side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wanna run through the halls of my high school&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream at theTop of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;I just found out there's no such thing as the real world&lt;br /&gt;Just a lie you've got to rise above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So the good boys and girls take the so called right track&lt;br /&gt;Faded white hats&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing credits&lt;br /&gt;Maybe transfers&lt;br /&gt;They read all the books but they can't find the answers&lt;br /&gt;And all of our parents&lt;br /&gt;They're getting&lt;br /&gt;wonder if they've wished for anything better&lt;br /&gt;While in their memories&lt;br /&gt;Tiny tragedies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am invincible&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wanna run through the halls of my high school&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream at the&lt;br /&gt;Top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;I just found out there's no such thing as the real world&lt;br /&gt;Just a lie you've got to rise above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I just can't wait til my 10 year reunion&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna bust down the double doors&lt;br /&gt;And when I stand on these tables before you&lt;br /&gt;You will know what all this time was for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-110464113013668440?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9894283.post-110463554969832064</id><published>2005-01-01T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:42:59.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>una sa lahat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;way to release pent-up energy. i figured since hindi na nga ako nag sasalita sa school (or anywhere else for that matter) this seems like a perfectly healthy idea of putting my thoughts out there. so bear with my muddled thoughts and i apologize for any discomfort my ideas (or I) may cause. second last day na ng official winter break. nakakabad trip din... ughhh pasok na naman. is there a way to figure out the folds in the fabric of time and return to the glorious past? dramatic naman. well, something to look forward to: "spring" break is on its way!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;happy new year&lt;/span&gt; nga pala!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9894283-110463554969832064?l=jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jj-eightyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/110463554969832064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9894283&amp;postID=110463554969832064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9894283/posts/default/110463554969832064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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