<?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-34355189</id><updated>2011-07-14T14:27:48.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still have to deal with stupidity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lynlyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2340/1600/Image%28188%29.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-116117684813164310</id><published>2006-10-18T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T06:07:28.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>I have moved to my new home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://stillness.i.ph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye blogger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-116117684813164310?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/116117684813164310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=116117684813164310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/116117684813164310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/116117684813164310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/10/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>lynlyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2340/1600/Image%28188%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-116083104270350160</id><published>2006-10-14T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T06:04:53.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheat</title><content type='html'>Cheating is punishable by expulsion, but nobody seems to worry about it, no one is scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this semester, I have always believed that it's ok to ask for HELP in homeworks.  If you have already done everything that you can but you still can't answer the homework, it's alright to ask for some tips from classmates.  You ask for TIPS, you don't copy everything.  I'm one of those people who you could always ask for help, and when I help you, I sort of expect that you will do the same if ever I would suffer the same situation.  But most of the time, it's just a one way affair, and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon, as I was enjoying my tall Starbucks Chocolate chip cream frappe, I received a text message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tapos knb sa recit? Pakopya naman, di ko talaga maintindihan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*He*&lt;/span&gt; was refering to a take home recitation in our Physics class.  Actually, I was not yet done with it at that time so I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Di pa ako tapos eh.  Tapos gumala pa ako ngaun. Hehe. Sige, di naman tayo pareho ng recit teacher eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First statement, true.  Second statement, true.  Third statement, uhoh.. not quite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was ok with me if he copies from me.  But then I realized, the recit was not that hard but it was 12 items, it will take so much of my time if I do it so why in the earth will I let him get a perfect score without working hard for it?  From the tone of his text, i felt that he didn't even try answering the problems. I will work hard and just get the same score as the person who didn't think even an inch for that homework, he'll just jot down everyhing and anything that I write down on that paper without even thinking twice.  Call it crab mentality, I don't care, I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the ending?  I didn't let him copy. I lied(again) when I saw him and said that I wasn't able to do the homework.  I felt kinda guilty, but my belief is strong, I am right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I finally realized that Jerome was right when he said before that it's bad if you copy and you don't have something to share in return.  It's like a trade, your answer for my answer.  Just to be fair. *gosh i so love this guy!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not (very)bad to copy, just make sure that you consider this as your last resort. --oct11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-116083104270350160?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/116083104270350160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=116083104270350160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/116083104270350160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/116083104270350160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/10/cheat.html' title='Cheat'/><author><name>lynlyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2340/1600/Image%28188%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-116072420992860124</id><published>2006-10-12T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:23:29.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on blog leave no more</title><content type='html'>I'm baaaaaccckkk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I miss my blog!  Almost two weeks of not updating, I'm glad I was able to stop myself from bleeding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my semester is almost over.  With only one last deadline to meet, I can already feel the break inching closer to me.  I want to go out and party!  I want to celebrate surviving yet another semester as an "Iskolar ng Bayan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last deadline is a website for my PanPil17 class.  I hope I could get it done by Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is me again! I'm sooo happy.  While on blog-leave, I have typed a lot of my thoughts in my laptop.  I'll post "Cheat" here tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-116072420992860124?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/116072420992860124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=116072420992860124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/116072420992860124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/116072420992860124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-blog-leave-no-more.html' title='on blog leave no more'/><author><name>STILL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-115985670678326933</id><published>2006-10-02T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:44:13.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>choice awards thingy</title><content type='html'>and by the way, my new blogger friend &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://sukobna.blogspot.com"&gt;YNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; has this choice awards thingy.  I'd like to extend my support by mentioning it here.  Please do visit her site and nominate and/or vote your favorite bloggers in different categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm still on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLOG LEAVE XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i promise to be myself again on OCTOBER 13 :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-115985670678326933?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/115985670678326933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=115985670678326933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115985670678326933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115985670678326933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/10/choice-awards-thingy.html' title='choice awards thingy'/><author><name>STILL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-115985640878308612</id><published>2006-10-02T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:20:08.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quickie</title><content type='html'>I still have no power at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No water. No nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I hate this life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just posting something really short because I kinda felt that this blog is being abandoned. hehe.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-115985640878308612?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/115985640878308612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=115985640878308612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115985640878308612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115985640878308612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/10/quickie.html' title='quickie'/><author><name>STILL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-115918978446617982</id><published>2006-09-25T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T06:09:44.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one month</title><content type='html'>Today is me and my digicam's first monthsary! wee! i love my t5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say, got so much to do. See you when everything's finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On Blog Leave XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-115918978446617982?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/115918978446617982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=115918978446617982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115918978446617982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115918978446617982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-month.html' title='one month'/><author><name>STILL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-115909645028997898</id><published>2006-09-24T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T04:14:10.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>randomization</title><content type='html'>My father just got home from Thailand last Friday.  Of course, I am happy that he's back.  And he said he's not leaving again.  I hope that's true because everything about our family messes up whenever he leaves the country. Anyway, here are just some random thoughts, I just can't seem to organize myself lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- i'm having my very own laptop na! hope everything goes well with arrangements and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;-- just finished ES1 finals yesterday, haha, it's easy.  I just hope I could get a grade higher than 93% so I could get a 1.25 on my classcard.  Sadly, there's no way in this world that I could get a 1.0 in ES1 because that would mean having to get a score of 103% in the finals.&lt;br /&gt;-- lots of school work to do, I hope I could catch up&lt;br /&gt;-- i'm still hoping to stay in an apartment next sem, one that's nearer to UP&lt;br /&gt;-- hoping to watch Smackdown in Araneta on Oct22&lt;br /&gt;-- SEM BREAK! Please come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-115909645028997898?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/115909645028997898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=115909645028997898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115909645028997898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115909645028997898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/09/randomization.html' title='randomization'/><author><name>STILL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-115883849619320237</id><published>2006-09-21T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T04:34:56.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishful thinking</title><content type='html'>I can feel that we are much closer now.  One semester of being together, seeing each other almost everyday, my wishful thinking is finally, slowly coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so used to being with him that I'm afraid that we'll soon run out of common subjects.  Different courses, shit, I knew I should have taken that course instead, I knew it!  Well, at least we are on the same college, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy to see that he exerts an effort to arrange his schedule so that we can be classmates in most, if not all, of our engineering subjects.  I hope CRS will be kind to just give everything to us, my love life is on the line here! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to feel something towards him.  Although, sometimes, I resort to the thought of just giving up, and just letting everything fall into their proper places.  Because we all know it's hard, hard to wait for the right time.  But when the right time comes, we realize that everything is worth the wait. Then, it'll be more fulfilling to have that person with you, beside you, holding your hand, never letting go of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just bum around for a moment.  No need to rush.  Life is short, I know.  But I'd rather have it short and sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-115883849619320237?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/115883849619320237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=115883849619320237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115883849619320237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115883849619320237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/09/wishful-thinking.html' title='wishful thinking'/><author><name>STILL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-115878091082185615</id><published>2006-09-20T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:35:10.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a perfect day for bananafish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6678/3807/1600/DSC00624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6678/3807/200/DSC00624.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-115878091082185615?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/115878091082185615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=115878091082185615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115878091082185615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115878091082185615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/09/perfect-day-for-bananafish.html' title='a perfect day for bananafish'/><author><name>STILL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-115878026637043806</id><published>2006-09-20T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:24:26.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chuk chak</title><content type='html'>I have a report on Art Studies in about 7 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done my homework for Creative Writing yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't written a concept paper for Panitikang Pilipino yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna DEDS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-115878026637043806?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/115878026637043806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=115878026637043806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115878026637043806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115878026637043806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/09/chuk-chak.html' title='chuk chak'/><author><name>STILL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-115868940983257420</id><published>2006-09-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:10:09.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee addict</title><content type='html'>Finally, I have something that I'm going ga-ga about.  It's coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, it doesn't have to be those uber expensive frappes from those uber high-end coffee shops.  Basta coffee, COLD coffee.  Anything that will make my nerves jump.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kahit Great Taste RTD pa yan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addiction.  Finally, an addiction!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-115868940983257420?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/115868940983257420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=115868940983257420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115868940983257420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115868940983257420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/09/coffee-addict.html' title='coffee addict'/><author><name>STILL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-115857848091993755</id><published>2006-09-18T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:51:47.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uncomfortable.. talking to myself again</title><content type='html'>Now I'm starting to feel uncomfortable in the presence of this guy.  HAHA silly me.  I mean, there's absolutely no reason for me to feel this way, or is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I invited him to watch that godamn play, doesn't mean I already like him.  We're friends for chrissake, JUST friends, and he already has a girlfriend, HELLO ME!!  And besides, I promised to wait for this other guy to get his act together, I promised myself to be a martyr for him.  Oh yes, next thing I know, I'll be up for the guillotine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I really am a player, like what my cousin said to me.  In fact, he has the talent to see the future through palm reading, and that's what he said to me when I asked him to take a look into my future.  He said, I will not live a long life and that I'll have lots of relationships with other guys, oh yeah!!  I think I'll die young for being a flirt! Congratulations to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-115857848091993755?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/115857848091993755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=115857848091993755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115857848091993755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115857848091993755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/09/uncomfortable-talking-to-myself-again.html' title='uncomfortable.. talking to myself again'/><author><name>STILL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-115845802115238332</id><published>2006-09-16T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T18:53:41.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lies and me</title><content type='html'>Of course I feel bad!  I feel bad about having to lie just to go to that party.  I'm not used to it you see.  I'm this good girl who always tells her parents where she is, what she does, and what she plans to do.  I'm always like that, until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what has gotten into me, maybe its peer pressure.  But I have always liked to think that my friends can never influence me, that I make my own choices, that I am independent of anyone.  Recently, all of these are not so evident.  I've done things because my friends are doing it, i've chosen to go through things just because everyone else is doing it, and I may not fit in if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitting in, it has always been an issue for me.  Ever since elementary, I have this illusion that I don't belong so I try hard, so hard that it hurts.  What's with fitting in that I so crave for?  Who the hell cares if I do fit in?  And, so what if I don't belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the answers to those questions, so what I do, I just go on, trying to belong and doing anything just to have people with me.  I hate being alone, no, I'm afraid of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person, greatly influenced by others.  I don't know if I even influence someone, or if I even have an effect on somebody's life.  What I know is that I'll probably be like this until I find the real me.  It's all about finding yourself, you know.  When you find yourself, you'll have no pretentions, no hesitations.  Your world will be your own, no dictators, no imposers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dreaming for that day to come, and hoping that it can make me complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I promise not to lie anymore, at least not as hardcore as last night. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-115845802115238332?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/115845802115238332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=115845802115238332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115845802115238332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115845802115238332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/09/lies-and-me.html' title='lies and me'/><author><name>STILL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-115833928049306002</id><published>2006-09-15T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T09:54:40.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shock value. sweet!</title><content type='html'>12.23am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from watching Shock Value with Angelo.  It was fun, the play was very nice, good actually.  It was excellent.  Although, some parts were rather vulgar and very gay, I think it was done to deliver some message and not just for the hell of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tell the story of the play.  what I want to write about is what I felt during the play.  It's like this.  I bought two tickets thinking that I could still convince Jerome to watch with me, but of course, I didn't.  Then I thought of my sister, but then, her plan of going to UP today was cancelled for I don't know what reason so she couldn't watch with me.  So, there I was, with this big problem of what to do with the extra ticket.  I'm so sure I don't want to watch another play alone because I can really tell you, it's damn boring.  So I srcambled all over UP (ok exagg) looking for someone who could come with me and it wouldn't feel like I'm lesbian or we are out on a date.  Luckily, I found Angelo.  He's fine, I'm comfortable when I'm with him, a little too comfortable sometimes.  For me, walking around with him is no big deal, he has a girlfriend for chrissake.  Anyway, I'm so lucky his phone was not yet down when I texted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were, we watched the play. Hmm, if I'm not mistaken, a little display of "affection" was happening, but it's no big deal, just some head-on-the-shoulders thing.  The funny thing is, he started it, he asked me if he can put his head on my shoulder (sounds like a song:P), I said yes.  Then he offered me to rest my head on his shoulder because i was complaining about being sleepy and stuff, I was hesitant at first so I just said no thanks.  Demure thingy you know.  But after a while I did but it was only for like 2 seconds, I'm actually not comfortable doing that with a  guy who has a girlfriend, I feel bad, although he told me that it's ok and it's no big deal, I know that somehow, it is something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelo is sweet, dramatic sometimes, kinda charming and yes, very cool.  If he didn't have a girlfriend, he could be an option.. hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-115833928049306002?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/115833928049306002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=115833928049306002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115833928049306002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115833928049306002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/09/shock-value-sweet.html' title='shock value. sweet!'/><author><name>lynlyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2340/1600/Image%28188%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-115823876559330578</id><published>2006-09-14T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T05:59:25.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a special day i almost forgot</title><content type='html'>Today is September 14, and believe it or not, I forgot the very special occassion today, until Mars texted me.  It's our tropa's anniversary and I hate myself for forgetting it.  Maybe I was just too preoccupied about some other things that I forgot it completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My high school friends are the best people I've ever met in my entire life.  No one in college can even be at par with them.  They're one of the reasons of my being, a piece of me always breeds on them.  Without them, I wouldn't be like this, whatever I am.  I love you guys so so much!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Our CWTS class is having a bonding party this coming saturday night, I'm having doubts if I can go.  It's the father thingy you know.  My father is so strict about these things, sometimes its overdone.  I know he's just concerned, but I think I'm old enough to be able to take care of myself for a while.  I'm not saying that I'm old enough to do everything by myself, its just that, I'm not 5 years old anymore, got me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to ask for his permission later and hope that he will allow me to join.  I'm going to tell a lie, I know that is bad, but it's worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, when Jerome said that he wasn't going to join, I thought that it will be ok if I don't join too.  But then, everyone seemed to be so persistent, convincing me that it would be fun, yada yada, so here I am, trying my luck with my body guard, i just hope i'll get past him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-115823876559330578?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/115823876559330578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=115823876559330578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115823876559330578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115823876559330578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/09/special-day-i-almost-forgot.html' title='a special day i almost forgot'/><author><name>lynlyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2340/1600/Image%28188%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-115822755823792256</id><published>2006-09-14T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T02:52:38.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another blog</title><content type='html'>I've decided to create a new blog even if I already found my old blog.  I just wanted a new environment and something that's more private.  I'll make sure that only few people will know about this blog.  It will give me the confidence to tell everything, let all my emotions flow, my angst radiate, my secret desires be revealed.  I want this to be my no-holds-bar blog, all the truth will be published, and everything that I'm thinking about shall be here forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-115822755823792256?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/115822755823792256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=115822755823792256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115822755823792256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115822755823792256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-blog.html' title='another blog'/><author><name>lynlyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2340/1600/Image%28188%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34355189.post-115817639353694470</id><published>2006-09-13T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:39:53.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>hello world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34355189-115817639353694470?l=still-is-stupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/feeds/115817639353694470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34355189&amp;postID=115817639353694470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115817639353694470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34355189/posts/default/115817639353694470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-is-stupid.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>lynlyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2340/1600/Image%28188%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
