<?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-5653632</id><updated>2011-08-20T18:35:00.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Nice, Naive and Beautiful~</title><subtitle type='html'>...still visible but nebulous...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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as well post this:_perfectly tarnished_that's my new cyber turf.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/115148661478000698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=115148661478000698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/115148661478000698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/115148661478000698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-guess-theres-no-use-hiding.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-114149037150963979</id><published>2006-03-05T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:41:52.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am now putting an EOL to this blog.i'm surely gonna miss posting on this site.Adios!:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114149037150963979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=114149037150963979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/114149037150963979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/114149037150963979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-now-putting-eol-to-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-113866987553583781</id><published>2006-01-31T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T09:43:22.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>|| dreariness: tantrum without energy ||despite being on sugar high, i can still:1) fall asleep (oh my friends from AP can attest to this. kahit nasa gimikan, nakakatulog ako), and2) feel low spirited (some people can effortless ruin your mood) ...and both happened to me yesterday. i don't know which is worse -- starting the day with someone frustrating you or ending the day with someone hurting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113866987553583781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=113866987553583781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113866987553583781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113866987553583781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2006/01/dreariness-tantrum-without-energy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-113814996106289863</id><published>2006-01-26T06:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:04:47.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>|| -f-r-a-g-m-e-n-t-s- ||        ver. 5you've gotten your big dream. now what?-- you dream for something bigger.&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;i am constantly humming that strange harmony of being content with what i have and still wanting to achieve something grander.&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;sometimes i find the greatest comfort in the unknown and unresolved. no answers. no definitions. no details.just a big WHY question left hanging...&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113814996106289863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=113814996106289863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113814996106289863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113814996106289863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2006/01/f-r-g-m-e-n-t-s-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-113806166367954105</id><published>2006-01-24T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:21:26.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>|| while ||three winksbreathlessan unforeseen awakeningsilently stalking tangible yet elusivelet me drownin this moment so pureunyielding resonatinglet me danceto the music only i can hearengaginghealingobsession to what i can holdjust for nowuntil i lose it againin three winks-- jarjar.10.04.05 --</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113806166367954105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=113806166367954105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113806166367954105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113806166367954105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2006/01/while-three-winks-breathless.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-113806220836888859</id><published>2006-01-16T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:25:48.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>|| ...it was a different bug that bit me ||i was THIS close to deleting my entire blog. i was waiting for the blog bug to bite me. and when it didn't, i thought maybe i should just say goodbye to blogging altogether.but here i am again. :)to everyone who's been asking, you don't have to worry -- i am doing ok great.i have a couple of entries sitting in my draft box: :: my birthday entry (a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113806220836888859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=113806220836888859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113806220836888859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113806220836888859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_113806220836888859.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-113642307094289425</id><published>2006-01-05T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T07:15:54.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and the journey continues...may your new year's day happiness linger throughout the year.have a spectacular 2006!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113642307094289425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-113501373160919763</id><published>2005-12-20T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T01:35:31.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's Jarjar's Day! =)thank you Lord for another wonderful year. (will blog more later...)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113501373160919763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=113501373160919763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113501373160919763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113501373160919763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-jarjars-day-thank-you-lord-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-113386318705118128</id><published>2005-12-06T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:01:55.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as i was stepping out of the car last night, a thought suddenly occurred to me...it would be nice to come home to a place with you in it.'twas a nice thought...i felt really good about it. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113386318705118128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=113386318705118128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113386318705118128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113386318705118128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-i-was-stepping-out-of-car-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-113366494853441078</id><published>2005-12-04T10:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T12:13:02.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>|| December is here ||...and it's my favorite month. my birth month...i'm one of those atypical people who have 2 birthdays. if you don't know my birthday story, that means were not that close :Pholiday month... just like last year, i am looking forward to the holidays. i no longer experience that dreaded feeling approaching christmas. yey! pensive month... don't we all become contemplative </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113366494853441078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=113366494853441078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113366494853441078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113366494853441078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/12/december-is-here_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-113305952003992469</id><published>2005-11-27T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T12:21:56.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>|| beyond kodak moments ||i was reading Twin's blog and it made me contemplate on all of life's episodes i've had with my MM family. i have said it before and i will say it again ---- i had the best years in MM. yes, i've cried a lot, but back then, i also found myself saying countless times, "this is the life -- IT IS wonderful". all the joys and pains combined -- they were all worth it. looking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113305952003992469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=113305952003992469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113305952003992469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113305952003992469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/11/beyond-kodak-moments-i-was-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-113253817665238779</id><published>2005-11-21T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:56:16.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>|| pronounced || mind over heart. but in truth, you sometimes allow yourself to lead with your heart. only for a brief moment. just enough for you to become barefaced of what you are and where you are at that point.you'd be overcome by the soft but undeniable beating sound that the heart makes. and when the inevitable sensation rises, it leaves you unfastened.this is when confusion becomes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113253817665238779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=113253817665238779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113253817665238779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113253817665238779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/11/pronounced-mind-over-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-113167947931312374</id><published>2005-11-11T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T11:25:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't believe i'm gonna see you in the flesh. i think i'm gonna faint.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113167947931312374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=113167947931312374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113167947931312374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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everywhere! as in pink overload!!!  people (yes, "people" -- girls, boys, gays, lesbos) were wearing pink left and right! my friends and i were counting the people wearing pink and we lost count.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113149718251794444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=113149718251794444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113149718251794444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113149718251794444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-was-enrollment-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-113099448560985297</id><published>2005-11-03T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T13:13:37.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>|| faze || i am half part of the solution and half part of the problem.i have the power to decide which one should outweigh the other. but it's not easy. any decision you make that concerns a person's feelings is never easy. i find myself looking at both sides with an equal amount of fear and sorrow. this is the dark cloud that's been following me around...</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-113038161775583555</id><published>2005-10-27T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T10:53:37.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>|| a lovely disarray ||i woke up in the lush space where i don't remember what i've dreamed. but after three seconds or so, it suddenly flashed back to me. and i start having pep talks to myself. don't dwell on it. it's all in the past. it's time to move on.but i still dwell on it and defer moving forward -- at least for a moment.  a moment so valued and true. no matter how strongly aware i am of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113038161775583555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=113010563266522604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113010563266522604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/113010563266522604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/10/delicate-to-handle-knowing-truth-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112960194143832543</id><published>2005-10-18T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:43:50.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>||  bone tired and craving for a rest day  ||i am finally, finally, finally free of any connections to fitness first! only i can understand what a relief it has been! i cannot emphasize how happy i am. thanks Orange! :D that friggin' freezing fee was the stupidest thing anyone could ever spend money on. now, i'm done with it. no more shadows of fitness first! well, except for the new backpack </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112960194143832543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112924841211628327</id><published>2005-10-14T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T08:50:12.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>|| survey from cher's friendster bulletin ||o minsan lang ako sipagin mag survey. this is what i do when i'm working overtime. hehe :D==Are you single, married, or taken?*** wlang "it's complicated"? haha!dati status ko taken. taken for granted...Are you in love at the moment?*** "in like"With?*** :)  (duday nabitin ka ba? nde ko sinagot! haha!)Have you ever had a bad relationship?*** it was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112924841211628327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112924841211628327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112924841211628327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112924841211628327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/10/survey-from-chers-friendster-bulletin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112917490714783131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112917490714783131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112917490714783131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/10/feather-touch-every-time-i-watch-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112898783037658625</id><published>2005-10-11T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T08:07:25.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now i can relaxwell, kinda. i still have to work and render ot.but but but....sem break has officially begun. :Di can now ditch my school books and resume reading novels. yey! :) i'm gonna buy a copy of The House of Spirits by Chilean journalist/novelist Isabel Allende.i've been hearing raves about the book. they say it's the most unexpected sensation since the emergence of Gabriel Garcia Marquez</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112898783037658625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112889160149356334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112889160149356334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112889160149356334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/10/ot-galore.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112864846376596401</id><published>2005-10-07T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:38:51.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yen and youbring me a banquet of reverieof naked, uncompelled vowa fool's paradise in your eyesa painting of misery in minecollecting the days so fewof shady kissesand borrowed timeyour hushed beautyimpairs me inwardlyblow mercy towards mei cravei ache-- jarjar.10.07.05 --==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112864846376596401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112864846376596401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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return to my lipswhen you have freed the spell and passionthat immoderately touched every surface of mewhen only the humming of the sheets and the scent of your beingpenetrate my sensesthen, only then,can i selfishly absorb youuntil i, alone, possess you-- jarjar.10.04.05 --==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112839005958386268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112839005958386268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112839005958386268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112839005958386268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/10/enrapture-it-is-when-you-walk-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112833840968769638</id><published>2005-10-03T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T03:23:14.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>second servingso everyone made it a point to tell me the big news. clearly, they think that i'm still hung up on you. oh.my.gawd.if you ask me, i thought it was funny. really. at kulang nalang sabihin nila saken, "jarjar, this is your chance!" i would've told them flat-out that i don't care. but some people have a ridiculous attitude of translating my nonchalance over the issue as bitterness. </summary><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112759779885005081</id><published>2005-09-25T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T05:31:58.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my life in a comai am ready for anything dangerous. but it turns out that that i'm just convincing myself that i am.in truth i still feel that something about me is stranded on a high dive, hesitant to leap into unknown waters. unsafe waters. maybe i just want to postpone the plunge awhile. i almost wish that my senses were dulled.  i am stupefied all at once how the world is out there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112759779885005081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112750639908218890</id><published>2005-09-24T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T04:13:19.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i pray that God would give me patience. because if He gave me strength, i swear i would have broken at least your nose. i would have used that strength for all the evil reasons.&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt; i realized that it's hard to forgive an enemy.harder to forgive a friend.hardest to forgive a family member.==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112750639908218890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112750639908218890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112750639908218890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112750639908218890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-pray-that-god-would-give-me-patience.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112624741582722447</id><published>2005-09-09T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T14:33:12.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in your rhythmdespite steady pretenseand lavish masqueradenothingconceals the inner agonyin your presencelingersa whiff of comfortonly you captures mebreathes meand all is understood--jarjar.09.09.05--==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112624741582722447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112624741582722447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112624741582722447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112624741582722447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-your-rhythm-despite-steady-pretense.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112599756408314296</id><published>2005-09-06T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:45:20.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salam's Dayhappy birthday to the one and only legit princess i know! (that's not a nick or anything -- Salam is really a princess by blood)here's to more years of wonderful friendship that will give us more "do you remember the time when..." conversations. :D hehe. my life has truly been more exultant ever since we became friends.pano ba yan, one year to go nalang...at mag ppropose ka na. :Ppics </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112599756408314296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112599756408314296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112599756408314296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112599756408314296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/09/salams-day-happy-birthday-to-one-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112581894832987702</id><published>2005-09-04T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T15:29:08.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you have nothing better to do tomorrow night, tune in to Monster Radio RX 93.1 at 8:30 pm.listen closely, because one of the guests' voice belongs to someone you might just know. ;)==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112581894832987702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112581894832987702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112581894832987702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112581894832987702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-you-have-nothing-better-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112581803573173990</id><published>2005-09-04T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T15:36:35.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cocoyfor making me laugh...for drying my tears...for giving me comfort...for being my walking journal...for making fun of my being jumpy (tamang pang scary movie talaga ko eh!)...for the numerous times you've accompanied me to starbucks and 31st...for all the nonsense and wacky moments...for all the serious and enlightening talks...for making my 26th birthday memorable by bringing the entire MMIT</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112581803573173990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112581803573173990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112581803573173990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112581803573173990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/09/cocoy-for-making-me-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112554701015129798</id><published>2005-09-01T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:12:25.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chestnuts roasting on an open firepasko naaaa!!!!!!well, malapit na. :) it's that time of the year again. days seem to go by faster during the last 4 months of the year. at tatanda na naman ako ng isang taon.==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112554701015129798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112554701015129798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112554701015129798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112554701015129798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/09/chestnuts-roasting-on-open-fire-pasko.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112554657952905196</id><published>2005-08-31T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:49:39.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>does everyone really deserve a second chance?yes?then why am i depriving myself of that chance? i know i deserve it too. but there's this 4-letter word that's getting in the way....fear.i know. i have to overcome it.==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112554657952905196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112554657952905196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112554657952905196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112554657952905196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/08/does-everyone-really-deserve-second.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112516034814991779</id><published>2005-08-27T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T00:38:29.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i blog about happy moments too :)in case there was a big big BIIIIG favor you've wanted to ask from me...NOW IS THE PERFECT TIME TO DO IT.because most likely, i won't say no. i am, without a doubt, in the best of moods today. :) yep, i used the word best and not just good. it is THAT extreme that even if you treat me in the nastiest way possible, i would still give you my sweetest smile and wish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112516034814991779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112516034814991779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112516034814991779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112516034814991779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-blog-about-happy-moments-too-in-case.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112486577762649533</id><published>2005-08-24T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:51:53.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tightly holding a rose...with thornsseeing you now as the person that you've become, i couldn't help but shudder.i once considered you as the only person there is to adore. but i've grown up. i'm not that little girl anymore that you could simply amuse with your ways. back then, it was so easy to make me see you as a hero.i know, i know, you've given me so much and there is no doubt about your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112486577762649533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112486577762649533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112486577762649533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112486577762649533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/08/tightly-holding-rose.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112462624808391409</id><published>2005-08-21T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T10:48:46.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>uncertainty -- the good kindnow everything seems to blur in my mind.there's a gap. a small but very crucial gap that i need to fill.it was hours after midnight. i stared at the sky for a long moment. i tried to find peace...and answers. but all i saw were dark clouds -- covering the stars. i took it as a sign. maybe, just maybe, the answers are there, but it won't be presented to me now. just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112462624808391409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112462624808391409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112462624808391409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112462624808391409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/08/uncertainty-good-kind-now-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112434280795131663</id><published>2005-08-18T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T13:37:53.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tidbitsi was excitedly telling my mom the plans i have for my career (naks! may direction na daw ang career ko!) -- short term and long term goals.  i was talking non-stop and when i paused to get her reaction, this is what she said: "anak, baka makalimutan mo na mag-asawa".so much for career talk.&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;so yeah. i'd like to believe that i'm finally going in the right direction.all i needed was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112434280795131663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112411606350208801</id><published>2005-08-15T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:30:21.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maybe it's just human naturewhy is it that after getting something (or even someone) that i've wanted for so long, i suddenly give it all up. it's as if i never wanted it in the first place.more often that not, this happens to me.is this normal?==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112411606350208801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112411606350208801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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more blogging years!==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112385282644682745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112385282644682745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112385282644682745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112385282644682745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/08/2-years-na-kame-ng-blog-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112374533443435639</id><published>2005-08-11T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:49:39.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something i'm not proud to be..."c'mon. tell me.""are you sure?""yep.""i mean, are you sure you don't know why things are different now? and why i'm acting the way i'm acting towards you?""i don't know."*sigh* "what?""man i can't believe it.""can't believe what?""i can't believe how naive you are. you don't even know that you broke my heart.""HUH????"while i have not exactly given up on love, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112374533443435639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112374533443435639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112374533443435639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112374533443435639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/08/something-im-not-proud-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112347060074871868</id><published>2005-08-08T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T14:20:27.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i grew up believing that i have sooo many friends.but then things happen.and i realize that i don't have so many of them after all.==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112347060074871868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112347060074871868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112347060074871868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112347060074871868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-grew-up-believing-that-i-have-sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112332394987477422</id><published>2005-08-06T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T15:00:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a tribute to senator rocothis may be the first time that i am genuinely affected by the death of a politician. reading today's headlines made my heart sink.i voted for this man for president. he was the youth's favorite and only choice for president. he was my dad's choice too because he was a fellow bicolano. his intellect was unmatched. i really believed that the way his mind works is the kind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112332394987477422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112332394987477422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112332394987477422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112332394987477422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/08/tribute-to-senator-roco-this-may-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112287949530803062</id><published>2005-08-01T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T15:11:02.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the F wordis there any way that i could absolutely forgive -- AND literally -- forget?c'mon, i've forgiven you already. isn't that enough? :)ugh. do i need to have amnesia for this?==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112287949530803062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112282555442522168</id><published>2005-07-31T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T03:47:49.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>touched for the 21st timetonight i saw the last performance of UP Samaskom's Live Aids: Like a Virgin -- Touched for the 21st Time.it was hilarious. samaskom people are really talented. i can't believe i missed their 9 preceding editions. during the curtain call, it reminded me how it felt like to be a performer on stage.it made me miss my theater days.to my batchmates in SHS dramatics guild and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112282555442522168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112282555442522168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112282555442522168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112282555442522168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/07/touched-for-21st-time-tonight-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112245063198651605</id><published>2005-07-30T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T11:42:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-f-r-a-g-m-e-n-t-s-ver. 4you were the most difficult thing i had to go through in my life.&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;every new decision is another chance to do the right thing.&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;i love her. she loves me. what is there to figure out?&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;don't wait around for your life to happen to you. find something that makes you happy. do it.'cause everything else, it's just background noise.&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;it wouldn't surprise me if, a month </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112245063198651605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112245063198651605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112245063198651605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112245063198651605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/07/f-r-g-m-e-n-t-s-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112261730434704175</id><published>2005-07-29T13:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T14:30:23.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seems like i've dropped a bomb when people found out that i considered having a relationship with a girl.their mouths were left open. what was so shocking about that?seriously?and don't tell me that it's "sayang", because i really don't get it.==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112261730434704175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112261730434704175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112261730434704175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112261730434704175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/07/seems-like-ive-dropped-bomb-when_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112146288340951909</id><published>2005-07-16T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T05:31:54.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>case of the exwhy do exes pose a threat to a current relationship? no matter how stable the couple is, once the subject of the ex is mentioned, expect somebody's eyebrows to raise.this is one of the reasons why it's best to keep your distance from your ex. while i'm becoming open to the idea of remaining friends with an ex, i don't want to be the cause of an argument between him and his gf. she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112146288340951909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112146288340951909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112146288340951909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112146288340951909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/07/case-of-ex-why-do-exes-pose-threat-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112084840943055046</id><published>2005-07-09T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T03:04:40.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>unguidedmy soul is wandering.i am taking my time; slowly trying to discover the meaning of this. and while my soul seems to be lost, it refuses to be found.at least, not now.==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112084840943055046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=112084840943055046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112084840943055046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/112084840943055046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/07/unguided-my-soul-is-wandering.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-112061919744281182</id><published>2005-07-06T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T11:06:37.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my silver screenthere is something major happening to everyone around me. things are unfolding before my eyes. and everything is just not good news.heartaches. divorces. pains. accidents. and even death.if i am indirectly affected, what more for these people who actually experience them?i hope there was something more i could do than hold their hands or pray for them.  these tragedies are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/112061919744281182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111771933152460198</id><published>2005-06-02T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T13:27:03.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seeing the good sidei now know why God made me a good listener. it is safe to say that no one would understand you better than i do.as much as i love you and enjoy being with you, hearing you rant about your frustrations is becoming a task. for me. for you. i cannot remember the last time we had a normal and happy conversation.and here you go again, letting it all out.  no, i don't think there's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111771933152460198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111737276078453311</id><published>2005-05-29T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:02:30.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jarjar is back in businesssee? i knew it. i have a shot in becoming an events organizer. :Pi got myself a temporary job -- im working my ass off for a major company launch. i didn't realize how big the event was until i saw the guest list. whoa!!! vip kung vip!!! hello gma!yes, i get stressed out once in a while, but what the heck. i'd rather work than be idle. after all, THIS is what i wanted. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111737276078453311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111647405815692157</id><published>2005-05-19T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:40:58.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"ikaw yung tipong sinasamba at pinapakasalan."not quite.ako yung sinasaktan at iniiwanan.==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111647405815692157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111647405815692157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111647405815692157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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doomed.&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt; Master Lee's birthdaysaturday was better -- or, at least until OC and i got lost on our way home from the party. we reached the province of angono??!?!? i'm not sure where (kse nga naligaw kme eh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111641845225720278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111641845225720278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111641845225720278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111641845225720278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/05/weekend-report-master-lees-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111595415546564054</id><published>2005-05-13T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T17:35:16.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was never really about mei gotta have to stop worrying about other people too much. half the time i am blaming myself that i haven't done all i could as a friend. it makes me guilty. even if i don't have anything to do with their misfortunes, i start to think that i am partly at fault. i let the stupid idea nibble at the edges of my mind. this is crazy. i can only do so much to help them. </summary><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111544990220969979</id><published>2005-05-07T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T15:14:24.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a different kind of name gameif you could say his name without feeling anything, it means you're over him.-- words from a dear friend, Pachuch. spoken a few months back.she was in fact referring to her ex -- that she could say his name without a trace of bitterness, pain, or anything that makes anyone sad over a past relationship.at that time, i followed what she said. and so i uttered his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111544990220969979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111544990220969979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111544990220969979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111544990220969979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/05/different-kind-of-name-game-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111526093946346171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-cannot-escape-your-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111506880318401913</id><published>2005-05-03T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T05:20:29.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blossoming beginnings in Maythe best kind of triumphant feeling is when you've just recovered from a very low moment in your life.i am currently enjoying that feeling. :) no other prize could match that.pure joy.pure freedom.pure love.i am an absolute winner....all because of Him. thank you Lord. :)==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111506880318401913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111506880318401913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111506880318401913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111506880318401913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/05/blossoming-beginnings-in-may-best-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111496916599206020</id><published>2005-04-30T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T02:40:29.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>best before april 30, 2005i am now officially a bum. my resignation is effective today. i made a couple of visits to the office during my 2-week terminal leave (yep, i can't get enough of sykes!). one in particular was quite disturbing. it was when i saw a newbie already occupying my station. technically, it was still MY station until yesterday. wouldn't mind if someone was already using my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111496916599206020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111496916599206020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111496916599206020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111496916599206020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/04/best-before-april-30-2005-subject.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111468419709629957</id><published>2005-04-28T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T18:30:39.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>unsteadyi never thought it was possible to admire and pity the same person at the same time.i almost regret knowing about her greatest weakness. i felt like i wasn't ready for it. it was like discovering the tiny cracks of a perfectly molded figurine. it was both a disappointing and an awakening moment for me. it gets tiring when everyone around you thinks that you're this very strong person. and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111468419709629957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111461027233678101</id><published>2005-04-27T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T12:22:57.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fresh from boracay!it was my second trip to the islands of boracay. it was sunny this time around. unlike last year, i never got to see the sun rise because there was a nasty storm. and i should have witnessed the beautiful boracay sunrise this time, but i didn't. my waking hour was always at 7am. :) anyhow, this trip was definitely worth it. i was extremely rejuvenated. for a few days, my life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111461027233678101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111461027233678101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111461027233678101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111461027233678101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/04/fresh-from-boracay-it-was-my-second.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111404848987122492</id><published>2005-04-21T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T17:01:17.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>living a bum life...is not for me.i've been waking up at 3am since monday morning and the first thing that comes to my mind is, "oh god, i wanna work again". so shoot me.anyone would trade places with me right now. vacation galore, yeah. since my training in clark has been postponed, my boracay trip is pushing through. yey! :)i'm excited for bora. who wouldn't be? but i still keep thinking of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111404848987122492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111404848987122492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111404848987122492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111404848987122492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/04/living-bum-life-merging-of-2-software.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111340805807343191</id><published>2005-04-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:06:58.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are only rare moments when i am truly at a loss for words; when i am overwhelmed with emotions that the only thing i can do is let my tears fall.and that kind of rare moment happened when i read this: Jarjarthanks Nemo. =) i am deeply moved. i will save my message for you on my last day. sa friday mo na ko ulet paiyakin. love you dear! *sweet hugs*p.s.thanks for the wonderful work of art on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111340805807343191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111340805807343191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111340805807343191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111340805807343191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-are-only-rare-moments-when-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111325912534575506</id><published>2005-04-11T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T07:12:14.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5 days to go...and i will be a day walker again.surprisingly, today i don't feel any bit of sadness in me. but i'm sure things will be different on my very last day at work. just thinking about writing my farewell letter gives me a hard time sleeping. hehe.there's this exit interview questionnaire form given to me by HR. one of questions was: If you were given the power to influence anything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111325912534575506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111325912534575506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111325912534575506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111325912534575506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/04/5-days-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111291407459640337</id><published>2005-04-08T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T06:58:45.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>suddenly i had this thought: what if i had never met you?ugh, do i really want to know the answer to this? :/==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111291407459640337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111291407459640337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111291407459640337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111291407459640337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/04/suddenly-i-had-this-thought-what-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111271256798938851</id><published>2005-04-05T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T22:49:27.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stained angelyou think the worst part is over? making a decision is just the first step.what's more difficult is sticking to it. i feel like i'm torturing myself just because i'm trying too damn hard to do what's right. how come doing the wrong thing is always easier?why can't i just be evil and get away with it?==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111271256798938851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111271256798938851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111271256798938851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111271256798938851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/04/stained-angel-you-think-worst-part-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111263915528222247</id><published>2005-04-03T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T02:41:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he will be missedPope John Paul II 1920-2005the Pope i've known all my life -- he was elected Pope months before i was born. perhaps any Catholic was moved by his death. in an odd way, i think my faith even became stronger after the incident. reminiscent of the World Youth Day in Manila, i only saw the Pope the size of my pinkie finger for i was stationed miles away from the stage. even then, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111263915528222247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111263915528222247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111263915528222247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111263915528222247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/04/he-will-be-missed-pope-john-paul-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111220729408805536</id><published>2005-03-30T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T02:52:34.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the countdown beginsi'm still not talking to my dad. i'd love to give him the cold treatment, but i simply don't have the chance. i don't get to see him. thanks to my work schedule, i get home when he's already gone. all these years of working in a call center, acquiring a nocturnal lifestyle has practically made me just a boarder in my own house.if there's one good thing that this resignation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111220729408805536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111220729408805536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111220729408805536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111220729408805536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/03/countdown-begins-im-still-not-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111188228125107561</id><published>2005-03-27T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T08:27:03.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rageright now i can only think of one thing. even without trying, i keep remembering what you said yesterday. your words keep on echoing.when someone hurts me terribly, i tend to dwell on it for a moment and it makes me forget all my other worries in life. but it has been more than just a moment. i am still hurting. being called useless and...ugh, "inutil" is downright degrading. see, i can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111188228125107561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111188228125107561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111188228125107561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111188228125107561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/03/rage-right-now-i-can-only-think-of-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111161913752303866</id><published>2005-03-24T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T07:19:02.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life is not all about what you make it.for most part, it's actually how you take it.C O P I N G   is the key.&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;my online HR profile says:employee name: jarjarVL application: march 25, 2004reason for application: awarded VL  =)miracles do happen. especially during lenten season. i literally jumped for joy when i was told that i could take a VL on friday. finally!!!!!!! this is gonna be my first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111161913752303866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111161913752303866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111161913752303866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111161913752303866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-is-not-all-about-what-you-make-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111152446793713990</id><published>2005-03-23T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T04:52:19.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my new crush :Dshe's the newest image model for bayo. but i can't find her name anywhere. :(==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111152446793713990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111152446793713990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111152446793713990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111152446793713990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-new-crush-d-shes-newest-image-model.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111151991292342311</id><published>2005-03-22T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T04:52:56.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how do you spell your name? #flickrWords .flickrImg { float: left; } </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111151991292342311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111151991292342311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111151991292342311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111151991292342311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-do-you-spell-your-name-flickrwords.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111138412356010768</id><published>2005-03-21T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T14:05:53.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is soooooo true: Do something right, no one remembers.Do something wrong, no one forgets.it's a harsh world out there. :|==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111138412356010768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111138412356010768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111138412356010768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111138412356010768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-soooooo-true-do-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111102296091344808</id><published>2005-03-18T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T07:37:34.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>semester is finally over. this sem has proven to be more difficult that the last one. more units, more requirements. and i feel more tired and sleepy most of time. one professor asked me if i am getting any sleep, or that if i actually have parents who are taking care of me. huh?am i that harassed looking that i'm beginning to look like an abandoned daughter? kawawa naman yata ako. :/but i am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111102296091344808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111102296091344808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111102296091344808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111102296091344808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/03/semester-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111076214128689749</id><published>2005-03-13T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T09:02:21.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm hoping that someday, somehow, i'll find it in my heart to forgive you. there's just one problem...it's very difficult for me to forgive...and forget. the thought of what you did just pops into my head everytime i see you. and it makes me feel sick.i've heard you say sorry, and i know you mean it. but God knows that you gotta do better than that.==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-111031700957434614</id><published>2005-03-08T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T05:41:40.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>caught off guardnothing ever prepares you for rotten situations in your life. no matter how strong or courageous you are -- or even if you've long expected it -- when it finally happens, IT JUST HITS YOU. point blank.and you are left staring at the big picture. dumbfounded.BUT...i am not talking about me. although it may have happened to me at  some point.this is about a friend.kenzo is caught in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/111031700957434614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=111031700957434614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111031700957434614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/111031700957434614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/03/caught-off-guard-nothing-ever-prepares.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-110971965019810508</id><published>2005-03-02T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T07:49:06.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>uncomingit's getting ugly. i am finding more reasons to leave this job. despite the big opportunity that has been presented to me, i am still not convinced to stay. i know i am a fool to pass this up, but i really cant commit to something if my heart's not into it. yes, the opportunity may be a big thing, but this big thing has been outweighed by the small ones that have really made me start to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/110971965019810508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=110971965019810508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110971965019810508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110971965019810508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/03/uncoming-its-getting-ugly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-110971825340543374</id><published>2005-03-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T07:08:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday kooka.you are a wonderful person. more than you can ever imagine. i wish you could see that in you. start believing in yourself. it's about time. your crown has already been made. wear it with pride. love you!==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/110971825340543374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=110971825340543374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110971825340543374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110971825340543374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-birthday-kooka.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-110938659916654182</id><published>2005-02-26T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T10:56:39.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wish i could make myself fall out of love. right this moment. but i can't. at least i can't hasten the process. i have to let it happen naturally.naturally....just like the way i fell in love with you.==</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/110938659916654182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=110938659916654182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110938659916654182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110938659916654182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-wish-i-could-make-myself-fall-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-110929551044343916</id><published>2005-02-25T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T10:10:22.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life is good. i shouldn't complain. i must remember that i have more than enough and i shouldn't be taking things for granted.&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;my last team buildingi spent the weekend in batangas with my teammates for our team building. US holidays can do us good. it was another long weekend for us. :)this team building is particulary special for me. it's the first team building for the year...and my very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/110929551044343916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=110929551044343916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110929551044343916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110929551044343916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-110868504188723117</id><published>2005-02-18T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T08:07:46.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a life being towed awayover and done with it.i'm referring to the occasion that hallmark invented:  V day. ;)i ended up cancelling my friendly (naks) date due to a very disturbing situation: car engine trouble.and it didn't end that day. the following morning, on my way home, the car was still behaving badly and it had to be towed.waiting for the tow service and for my brother to pick me up took </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/110868504188723117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=110868504188723117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110868504188723117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110868504188723117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-being-towed-away-over-and-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-110817148748033281</id><published>2005-02-12T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T09:28:13.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eeewww...valentine's day na sa monday. eeew eeew eeew!i am so preoccupied with work and school projects that the only time i am reminded of feb. 14 is when i peek into my planner -- which is like everyday. ugh! why did starbucks have to make it an important day. why?! why?! why?! pano naman mga losers katulad ko? potah naman eh!i was supposed to join a friend to boracay next week. but training </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/110817148748033281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=110817148748033281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110817148748033281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110817148748033281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/02/eeewww.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-110817051468415962</id><published>2005-02-11T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T09:20:56.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when the moment feels righton the day that i submitted my resignation letter to my manager, i got a call from HR that same day. HR scheduled me for an interview for a position that God knows how much i want. it was for the same position i applied and got accepted to more than a year ago. salary issues got in the way and i never got to transfer. now i'm given the chance to reapply and i have to go</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/110817051468415962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=110817051468415962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110817051468415962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110817051468415962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-moment-feels-right-on-day-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-110782829120719534</id><published>2005-02-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T10:07:35.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>note to thy self: give everything. expect nothing.and i mean nothing.that's one way to avoid getting hurt. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/110782829120719534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=110782829120719534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110782829120719534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110782829120719534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/02/note-to-thy-self-give-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-110737872426805525</id><published>2005-02-03T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T08:44:01.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kababawan lang...a recent phone conversation with HC.HC: so was there anything special that happened? anything!?!??! (desperately seeking for an answer)me: erm....nope. nothing. HC: ok. after 5 mins of chit chat -- on a totally different topic, he blurts:HC: so you don't remember that we kissed? me: whaaaaaattt????HC: yeah. we did.me: oh. (totally embarrassed) really...HC: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/110737872426805525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=110737872426805525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110737872426805525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110737872426805525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/02/kababawan-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-110668176372869883</id><published>2005-01-25T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T03:40:43.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am suffering from upper respiratory tract infection. :(i should have rested more. i decided to go back to work today.i feel terrible.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/110668176372869883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=110668176372869883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110668176372869883'/><link rel='self' 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i wouldn't regret it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/110609226700112370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=110609226700112370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110609226700112370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110609226700112370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/01/after-all-that-ive-been-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=110465287337562489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110465287337562489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110465287337562489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2005/01/sometimes-you-just-have-to-follow-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110445991948770568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110445991948770568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2004/12/2004-has-been-one-of-best-years-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653632.post-110427807614048406</id><published>2004-12-29T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T07:58:58.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what made me smile today: Nocturnal and Nice  :)visit their home page too! hehe...kakaaliw. :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/110427807614048406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5653632&amp;postID=110427807614048406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110427807614048406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5653632/posts/default/110427807614048406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graveyardzombie.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-made-me-smile-today-nocturnal-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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