<?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-5298501734960014013</id><updated>2011-09-07T21:45:19.224+08:00</updated><category term='fs'/><category term='flash'/><category term='infatuation'/><category term='perplexities'/><category term='list'/><category term='gun'/><category term='seretide'/><category term='death'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='oddity'/><category term='taft'/><category term='touya'/><category term='ilocos'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='siomai'/><category term='milo'/><category term='holdup'/><category term='bet'/><category term='shift'/><category term='shitballs'/><category term='starbucks'/><category term='buccilator'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='paskuhan'/><category term='ryan ross'/><category term='maturity'/><category term='notes'/><category term='friends'/><category term='vanity'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='sembreak'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='gaporn'/><category term='taxi'/><category term='rj'/><category term='lost'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='diseases'/><category term='nose job'/><category term='college'/><category term='cigaretets'/><category term='music'/><category term='conceited'/><category term='break'/><category term='giggles'/><category term='kalayaan'/><category term='grades'/><category term='pizza'/><category term='noodle town'/><category term='life'/><category term='tests'/><category term='criticism'/><category term='makati'/><category term='food'/><category term='comebackkid'/><category term='cherries'/><category term='manila'/><category term='zit'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='fun'/><category term='growing pains'/><category term='eagerness'/><category term='alienization'/><category term='curls'/><category term='yokohama'/><category term='money'/><category term='burger king'/><title type='text'>empty pockets of a punch drunk kid</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-2179340805419488323</id><published>2010-11-16T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:25:19.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't seem to form cohesive paragraphs, so...</title><content type='html'>Breathe with me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sick. Asthma. Not so severe though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;About to study TRIGBIO. Long exam tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went "trekking" at Hidden Valley last Sunday with Botany2 classmates. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought a waterproof banana colored backpack for that trip. Smart move.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Easy A with Anavil, Marco, Froi and Sheena at Trinoma (same day I bought said backpack)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made horrible carbonara using those ready made things in packets. Never again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ninja made nido soup. Heated up some other left overs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then watched Hanna Montana and The Suite life on deck. Also Sex is zero.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to stop procrastinating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-2179340805419488323?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2179340805419488323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=2179340805419488323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/2179340805419488323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/2179340805419488323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-cant-seem-to-form-cohesive-paragraphs.html' title='I can&apos;t seem to form cohesive paragraphs, so...'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-1502552771621970009</id><published>2010-11-12T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:45:58.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The death of tradition</title><content type='html'>December is fast approaching and I'm not so sure if I'm ready for what it might bring. While I admit that I'm really not one for holidays, I think this year's will be the worst yet. For starters, we won't be having our annual Thanksgiving party. This gives me unbearable heartache. I can't even begin to describe how this makes me feel. My Dad seems to think there isn't much to be thankful about this year and while I do actually agree, I feel that our traditional party should still push through. What really makes me feel horrible is that my Dad won't even do this for himself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is only a month or so away and I hate it. I hate Christmas. It's so unbelievably sad. Oh God. I'm being so whiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-1502552771621970009?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1502552771621970009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=1502552771621970009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/1502552771621970009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/1502552771621970009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2010/11/death-of-tradition.html' title='The death of tradition'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-3745428045398984134</id><published>2010-11-06T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:41:42.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO BLOGSPOT!</title><content type='html'>I think I need to put my life in bullets since so much has changed about me in the last 9/10 months that I've been away from blogger! Obviously I am very happy with the new me; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give or take a few things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a biology student at De La Salle University now. So my last post ended in success! High fives all around!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I live in Taft with the ever present Ate Daday and my close buddeh Camille aka Ninja Cacho.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty much adjusted to life here. Much less drama which I love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close friends with Ver, Ikong, Gian and the other higher-batch-guys from high school. Ninja and I still can't believe this has happened since we have never talked to them before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We've adopted the adorable Hanna Bang :"&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missing my UST friends so much. You guys know who you are. :|&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GOT FATTER :| (GONNA STOP EATING NAO!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a silly fight with Clyde but we've made up now. We've yet to see each other though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mopey every week because of weekly exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miggy has started living with us. Okay maybe not but it sure does seem like it. He's at our place most days of the week. Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hiding from someone annoying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turned 18. Still no gift from Dad. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost made the Dean's list. Had the required grade but one grade from a subject was lower than the minimum. Confusing? I'm rambling, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking for a puppy (french bulldog).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took driving lessons! Have yet to get my license.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rediscovered my love for Edgar Allan Poe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obsessing over blood, vampires and murder-mysteries. Though this isn't much of a shocker. Also, no sparkling allowed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I now have long term goals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's pretty much it, I guess. If it wasn't this cold I'd probably have thought of more things to put but as it is that's long enough. These socks aren't much help. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an unrelated note I've lost faith in the younger generation. I was at the bookstore earlier shifting through the classics when a bunch of kids from my high school started to gush over books from behind me. I could only stare in horror as I realized that those "books" that they were poring over were actually nothing more than those despicable local romance novels. You know what I'm talking about. Sickening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-3745428045398984134?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3745428045398984134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=3745428045398984134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/3745428045398984134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/3745428045398984134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-to-blogspot.html' title='BACK TO BLOGSPOT!'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-2766663426397826859</id><published>2010-01-23T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:09:31.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/S1reMxk0a6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/A7PgiIqgiic/s1600-h/th_thz82737668.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/S1reMxk0a6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/A7PgiIqgiic/s200/th_thz82737668.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429896611796118434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; it's hard being different.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;with flaming red hair, freckles and a mind that doesn't think like your average seventeen year old (not always a good thing), i'm left to make things out all on my own. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now, my mind isn't in a bright place but at least i know where i'm heading. i'm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to shift/transfer again. this time i'm not taking "try again next semester" for an answer. it's a toss up between UST's MedTech, DLSU's Human Bio/ Premed Physics, and FEU's MedTech. i need to go to medical school.  that i used to cut up caterpillars and play with a microscope and a dissecting kit  when i was a kid, you'd think i was made for this, right? how could i not have seen what everyone saw. i need to make up for lost time and start working on this. i'm depressed. i really am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-2766663426397826859?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2766663426397826859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=2766663426397826859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/2766663426397826859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/2766663426397826859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-hard-being-different.html' title=''/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/S1reMxk0a6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/A7PgiIqgiic/s72-c/th_thz82737668.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-4923089722509522799</id><published>2010-01-07T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:23:48.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>applying for a visa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bonsoir mes amis&lt;/i&gt;. Is that even right? Ugh. Had to take a fatally long and difficult French test. Even after finishing the test, the only thing going through my head was "&lt;i&gt;c'est pour un visa&lt;/i&gt;" --- &lt;b&gt;USELESS USELESS USELESS COMPLETELY RANDOM AND USELESS. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beach Boys and The Killers live in Manila?&lt;/i&gt; i found out just today. usually this sort of news would make me ecstatic since this little island i call home doesn't usually get the big boys to come play but i'm penniless. horrible run on right there. anyhoot, i'm broke because i got a perm, a digital perm to be exact, at Tony and Jackey's.  I am now known as the white version of the black nazarene. Feast day this saturday, fools.  I'm gonna be in the parade. Motorcade tayo. Hahahaha. i'm kidding, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, sleepeh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-4923089722509522799?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4923089722509522799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=4923089722509522799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4923089722509522799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4923089722509522799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2010/01/applying-for-visa.html' title='applying for a visa?'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-7736613853214400403</id><published>2009-12-30T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:51:20.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for real</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;not all monsters are born; some are made. &lt;/i&gt;i still don't know which one i am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i neglected this blog because of wretched tumblr aka evilinternetspawn. i'm back though. &lt;i&gt;hi hullo i'm della i've missed you all let's  have lemon bars and creamsoda and tone our buccilator muscles together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;breathe with me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suckish christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;received yummy smelling CK perfume from mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying and failing to lose weight HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out with em on monday [frozen yogurt, burgers and a vc mudshake!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;swimming at lay's pool with foul and michael yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met up with rj and dan afterwards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ministop with rj and iya [who dry humped a stop sign HAHA]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still trying to find my revolution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;downloading jude law movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simpsons marathon later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; plans of youtube vids with em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-7736613853214400403?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7736613853214400403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=7736613853214400403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/7736613853214400403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/7736613853214400403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-for-real.html' title='this is for real'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-5113326815745291636</id><published>2009-04-24T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:46:17.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing pains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexities'/><title type='text'>growing pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SfHCWkTkPtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FKQfCpiyIII/s1600-h/from+me+to+you003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SfHCWkTkPtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FKQfCpiyIII/s200/from+me+to+you003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328253527114661586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm starting to lose faith in humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guy friends are starting to stray. most of them at least. i remember our talks about none of us getting addicted to any vices, how that we should stay the same and value our morals -- i guess that was all just a bunch of bullshit. god, some of 'em are even lying to our faces, vehemently denying doing anything bad. i just wish they'd stop. really, it's heartbreaking. only a few remain standing. i miss you guys. :( i won't drop any names but i know they know who they are. if those who are still in the right path stray too then i think the rope will snap and i shall be cynical for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the price we all have to pay for growing up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-5113326815745291636?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5113326815745291636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=5113326815745291636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/5113326815745291636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/5113326815745291636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/growing-pains.html' title='growing pains'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SfHCWkTkPtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FKQfCpiyIII/s72-c/from+me+to+you003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-1019788752874110905</id><published>2009-03-01T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:12:06.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaporn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comebackkid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diseases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexities'/><title type='text'>combust, little atom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SbPSEF8yRwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Qvm69lT971o/s1600-h/youllsoongetusedtoit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SbPSEF8yRwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Qvm69lT971o/s400/youllsoongetusedtoit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310819353358386946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puffy eyes and a heavy heart -- heartbroken?&lt;/span&gt; no way i'm just too sick to function. my heart literally feels like it weighs a ton. i don't know why. wretched wretched allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't blogged in ages. phooey. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm a horrid blogger :&lt;&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;s&gt;'ve been&lt;/s&gt; am sooooo busy. it's currently our hell month. english and filipino term papers are due this week i think and we are far from being finished! i also just had to rush a powerpoint presentation about the nervous system for our report in bio tomorrow. one of my groupmates just had to flake out on me. why now? i'm already sick and stressed as it is. apparently he can't send me a single freaking message earlier to tell me his lame reasons. let me share to you the exchange of messages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giancarlo: &lt;/span&gt;Hi della, gian here. Ok lng b pnta ak t0m m0rning sa d0rm m para maaus ung part k0. Wla kc ak c0mp d2 e. Mga 9.30 am, ok nb un?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[whaaaaat the efff right? first of all, he sends me a message the night before our report? when i've finished doing the report? even his stinkin part! and pleaaaase, man. there are so many computer shops in the city. having no computer at home is no reason to not be able to send the file to me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;della:&lt;/span&gt; Sana sinend mo nlng or pinasend sa iba. Ngnetshop k nlng sna. Ngwa ko na. Ngaun ka rn lng ngtxt late na eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giancarlo:&lt;/span&gt; Gnun b? Ok. Mr0n nrn ak n c0py. Ung part k b na tnype m ung nsa hand0ut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;della: yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giancarlo:&lt;/span&gt; 0k. tnx tnx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[wtffffff. not even a freakin apology? lame ass.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on :&gt; my urine is as clear as waterrrrr. too much info? mum was here during the weekend and she flushed me with cranberry juice and wilkins :)) i missed herrr :&gt; too bad dad hates travelling &gt;: can't wait for summer break. i miss olongaporn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta get back to work. missed you, homies :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-1019788752874110905?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comebackkid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>ilocos</title><content type='html'>the kid is finally back! the ilocos trip was amazing in more ways than one. i love you guys :) ate rose, ate amy, kuya kento and ma'am abdul kadil were great :) h4 was incredible! ofcourse. even with the death scare (i won't elaborate on this atm. i'll wait for many things to pass.) it was pretty great. i couldn't help but cry though. i kept thinking of my dad. tsk. on a much much lighter note, i can't wait for the pictures! i was stupid enough to forget to bring a digital camera so now i have to wait for everyone to upload their pictures so that i can steal them :D kuya ken said he was going to upload them immediately but i have been waiting waiting waiting here and there are still no pictures. :))  ugh. i destroyed my blog's blogging style. haha. i'm too lazy to form coherent and proper paragraphs so lemme just jumble 'em and let you decipher. :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want more sugar cane juice! i want more basiiiii&lt;/span&gt;. haha. i love and miss ilocos.even though my other trip there was a complete disaster. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-5291761969825782180?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5291761969825782180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=5291761969825782180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diseases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexities'/><title type='text'>bitch bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SY2ghujU4eI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q-ntEoP5jCI/s1600-h/Emotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SY2ghujU4eI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q-ntEoP5jCI/s400/Emotions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300068837777269218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i tried to catch a falling star but all i caught was a cold&lt;/span&gt;. i'm sick sick sick once again. my nose feels like a faulty faucet: dripping one minute and clogged up the next. ugh. i'm in a dreadful mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided not to sing at jojo's debut. i don't like people/crowds. i'd prolly just puke so to save myself from the anxiety attack, i just won't sing. i have also decided to buy a new notebook. i have a specific notebook in mind-- exactly like my previous journals. i miss writing. i haven't created anything in ages. i feel empty and that is just the cure. i think it's also about time to tell my blockmates that i'm going to shift. or maybe i'll put it off until before or after our final exams. i'm definitely not looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holy guacamole&lt;/span&gt;! i just remembered that  my college life is in shambles right now! i &lt;s&gt;think&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that Pepe is onto me. he knoooooows. my secret isn't so secret anymore thanks to my oh so charming blockmates. thank you, guys. thank you for shouting "della/kim" on the top of your lungs whenever Pepe is around. thank you for spilling the beans. shitballs, right? oh whatever. touya's girlfriend is fugly. connection? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two quizzes on monday; i will make myself study. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how unlikely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reruns: watched yes man. malling on different occassions. row with clyde. fixed. diseased. froze in the bus. olongaporn. take off tomorrow at three? or four?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-8754435785804954672?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8754435785804954672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=8754435785804954672&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/8754435785804954672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/8754435785804954672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2009/02/bitch-bash.html' title='bitch bash'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SYBt-36ZRCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1U0sXbApr34/s400/th_ICONATOR_1c7ccbc6dc72d6e1cb107d359a.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296354088715895842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's been such a long time. i guess some things will just never change. i'm pretty damn disturbed with this new discovery. i want to cry but that only shows weakness. ugh. and i had such a good day. geds and i went over to UT to pick up diane and km and off we went to watch Underworld 3 at SM snlzro. froi messaged me and told me he was there too. i thought he wasn't coming 'cause he wasn't replying to my messages but it turns out that his phone was playing tricks on him. haha. then tj came and picked up km. we went to starbucks then we rented some movies. we rode a jeep and we got lost. i was so damn scared because of the crazy people on the streets. i am dead afraid of crazy people. :)) i had fun though. :) we rode a taxi and we safely arrived at the UT. tj and km were already there. we watched the american version of shutter. diane looks a bit like megumi :)) then froi and geds brought me home. the end. pretty happy right? but ofcourse something bad had to happen. shitballs. goodbye. i'm off to feed iBob. plus i have to sleep early. the boys have a game tomorrow. they'll kill me if i don't show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an after thought: i wish ust had some sort of oblation run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-3326764054538548365?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3326764054538548365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=3326764054538548365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/3326764054538548365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/3326764054538548365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-i-wish.html' title='how i wish'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SYBt-36ZRCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1U0sXbApr34/s72-c/th_ICONATOR_1c7ccbc6dc72d6e1cb107d359a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-8937005702783572542</id><published>2009-01-23T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:44:10.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexities'/><title type='text'>sluuuur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SXnW1dX3LXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nK9zsZQ-8no/s1600-h/th_smoosh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SXnW1dX3LXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nK9zsZQ-8no/s400/th_smoosh.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294499050856852850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;things have not been going so well for me. i think i flunked most of my preliminary tests; i have fallen off the wagon; i am broke; my mother is going to kill me when she gets here tomorrow because i fell off the wagon and because i'm broke; aaaaaaaaand i'm depressed as hell for no discernible reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping tomorrow. i hope all goes well. i'm tired of my life. don't ask why. tell me what i need to do. shtblls. i feel like the sad patty. T.T distract me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-8937005702783572542?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8937005702783572542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=8937005702783572542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/8937005702783572542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/8937005702783572542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/sluuuur.html' title='sluuuur'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SXnW1dX3LXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nK9zsZQ-8no/s72-c/th_smoosh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-1812217844660056542</id><published>2009-01-10T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:40:26.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comebackkid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>it's such a curious thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SWd9TtMuuFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lHa0fhsl3aY/s1600-h/toomuchtoday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SWd9TtMuuFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lHa0fhsl3aY/s400/toomuchtoday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289334064873912402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for no reason at all, i have been putting off updates in this wretched blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided. i'm going to shift. not transfer. i'm going to make my dad happy. i'm going to satisfy my mom. i'm going to be happy in the end. i know it. is this finally settled? high hopes and nailed feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maturity level has gone down a notch since my previous posts. how or why it happened or how or why i even noticed it happening, is beyond the limits of my mind. i'm confined to the belief that if i don't focus my attention on something, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it'll just slip away&lt;/span&gt;; if i don't think of something enough, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll forget it and it'll just slip away&lt;/span&gt;. it scares the living daylights out of me. i'm sincerely afraid that everything will just slip away. and that soon, i will find myself curled up in a corner all alone and weepy with nothing but a tired face and empty hands. i need to redeem myself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i need to do the things i said i'd do and find my own revolution&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out something about myself lately. i don't need love right now.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i just need higher ceilings&lt;/span&gt;. i feel as if i can't move, breathe or think because such closed quarters are cramping my, well, style. i think i need professional help. oh lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breathe with me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched the curious case of benjamin button earlier today. it was magnificent. go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;going to get a "sun plan" next week.&lt;br /&gt;i've almost finished reading the green mile by stephen king.&lt;br /&gt;just about to read the unbearable lightness of being.&lt;br /&gt;i shall paint my nails blue tomorrow. just because i feel dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;diet starts tomorrow.  Mai is going to be my diet buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Bohol trip is on Feb.&lt;br /&gt;i will dream about waking up next to brad pitt, patrick dempsey, chace crawford, milo ventimiglia and spunk ransom. how i wish.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to finish grey's anatomy tomorrow. and i will weep like a punished child.&lt;br /&gt;i will overhaul my friendster account, first thing tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO FIND MY REVOLUTION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-1812217844660056542?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1812217844660056542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=1812217844660056542&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/1812217844660056542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/1812217844660056542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-such-curious-thing.html' title='it&apos;s such a curious thing'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SWd9TtMuuFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lHa0fhsl3aY/s72-c/toomuchtoday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-8992961634447841528</id><published>2008-12-24T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:36:03.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infatuation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexities'/><title type='text'>unholidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SVJWrW5yKNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ko5_RjEdmyc/s1600-h/th_growupvictoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SVJWrW5yKNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ko5_RjEdmyc/s400/th_growupvictoria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283380615741319378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a few more minutes and it's christmas but still i can't really feel the spirit. grinch? not really. it's just that i'm not a "holiday" person. i don't get hyped just because someone says we're supposed to be happy on a certain bloody day. yet here i am fumbling on the keyboard just to greet you guys. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MERRY EFFIN CHRISTMAS. &lt;/span&gt;there. atleast i got that out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this christmas is by far the least festive christmas i've had in my whole life. my parents are losing their christmas spirit too. might it be old age? or is it my fault? is it because i'm getting older? fat chance. maybe it's because of the crisis. hell, i have no clue. i used to get so many presents but now... uhh. not so much. :)) my dad gave me cash. hooray. but now i'm close to being broke. i have about 5k left. that's not much i tell you. i still have to buy gifts for my closest friends. maaaaan, it's tough growing up. the funny thing is, i still don't get treated like one. sht. i desperately need to prove to them that i can take care of myself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PLEASE LORD HELP ME WITH THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm young, broke, without direction and bitter about life -- i just might change my lifestyle. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IT'S TIME FOR ME TO GROW UP&lt;/span&gt;. i won't even wait for new year for my resolutions. i'm going to start tomorrow. hopefully i won't be too lazy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm infatuated with  a certain number of people. i feel like such a loser. i really am infatuated.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the butterflies in my stomach, the constant daydreams, the real dreams, the stupid smile plastered on my face -- the whole shebang&lt;/span&gt;. i need someone. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-8992961634447841528?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8992961634447841528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=8992961634447841528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/8992961634447841528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/8992961634447841528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/12/unholidays.html' title='unholidays'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SVJWrW5yKNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ko5_RjEdmyc/s72-c/th_growupvictoria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-8359792573699748198</id><published>2008-12-21T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:51:00.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comebackkid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diseases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flash'/><title type='text'>poco loco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SU4IqyG9GRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LerSorocENU/s1600-h/th_b12847853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SU4IqyG9GRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LerSorocENU/s400/th_b12847853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282168944050641170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm sick again. new flash lang to. :)) paskuhan was okay. okay, not super good. it was fun only because of my guy pals and em, micah and ninja. :) we stole a fork from a resto in dapitan :)) stupid. oh yeah, i got a panda stuffed toy :D thank you froilan, rom and tonio! :) i named him Poco. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i listen to the bloomfields regularly now :) they're really really good. it's quite unbelievable. they do covers of my favorite songs :) my dad likes them too :)) i hope they cover more of jerry lee lewis and elvis presley though. and they're really nice too! :) we had a chance to watch them live. they were really nice to us even if we were makulit  and maaaaaan they are really good live. go watch them :) and kuya jayjay was really nice :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-8359792573699748198?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8359792573699748198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=8359792573699748198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/8359792573699748198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/8359792573699748198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/12/poco-loco.html' title='poco loco'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SU4IqyG9GRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LerSorocENU/s72-c/th_b12847853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-1999685689320032454</id><published>2008-12-15T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:59:41.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paskuhan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddity'/><title type='text'>let's cause a scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SUZwrcYYxmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/agOfebvbBnY/s1600-h/asw9-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SUZwrcYYxmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/agOfebvbBnY/s400/asw9-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031504793650786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news really travels fast. people are already sticking their noses in my, err in our, business. leave me err us alone. pleaaaaaase. why can't people just watch in the sidelines? goodluck to me. i bet this "thing" will be cut before anything comes out of it. i'm not really hoping that "something" will come out of it though. :)) i'll take things as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paskuhan is coming up! i can't waaaaait! are any of you guys gonna come? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-1999685689320032454?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1999685689320032454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=1999685689320032454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/1999685689320032454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/1999685689320032454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-cause-scene.html' title='let&apos;s cause a scene'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SUZwrcYYxmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/agOfebvbBnY/s72-c/asw9-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-2391601315088821911</id><published>2008-12-08T12:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:44:30.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comebackkid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buccilator'/><title type='text'>return of the geek: it's leviosaaa, not levi-o-saarrr :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/STyl3AGFBjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hps74ZqI0Fg/s1600-h/th_true.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/STyl3AGFBjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hps74ZqI0Fg/s400/th_true.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277275227708261938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let's tone our buccilator muscles together&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did you know that the buccilator muscle is the main muscle used when kissing?&lt;/span&gt; isn't it nice to know? :))&lt;br /&gt;instead of talking about that, what i should really be doing right now is finishing my philosophy paper. contemporary epistemological questions are so difficult to come across and the lack thereof is causing my brain to whine unapologetically. the holiday cheer isn't really getting through to me. i'm the grinch of the century. i'm already trying to figure out how i'm going to budget my money to be able to buy all those gifts. it's as if time has finally caught up on me and i'm piling on wrinkles by the second. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit -- look at how much i've procrastinated now. i'm uncontrollable!&lt;/span&gt; i shall be posting a wishlist with my next post. i like gifts. haha. that's the only thing i like about christmas. oh wait, i like another thing about chrismas. the sales /the shopping. my fingers are crossed that my dad will send me my christmas money on friday. that means shopping on saturday. :D oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched harry potter and the sorcerer's stone last night with mai and kled. i can't believe how much of the lines i still remember. it's been such a long long long time since i watched it last. it's nice to find out that harry potter is really shackled in my heart. i'm one of the hp pioneers yanoe. :D i started when i was a wee kid. i was called names like nerd and geek and all that crap because i liked to read. well it's helped me in life and i don't regret being a geek. geeks will rule the world one day. so watch out for me! i may be the next cleopatra or queen lizzie! back to harry potter, i'm going to watch all the other movies today. so i guess i should try to get started on my philosophy paper before i do that. ciao! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-2391601315088821911?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2391601315088821911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=2391601315088821911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/2391601315088821911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/2391601315088821911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/12/return-of-geek-its-leviosaaa-not-levi-o.html' title='return of the geek: it&apos;s leviosaaa, not levi-o-saarrr :D'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/STyl3AGFBjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hps74ZqI0Fg/s72-c/th_true.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-1186190265838355063</id><published>2008-12-06T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:48:03.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holdup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila'/><title type='text'>death came so close</title><content type='html'>clyde and i almost met our end today. we went to trinoma because we wanted to buy shoes. after our shoe craving was satisfied we went to fetch a taxi. our trouble started there. the taxi driver was a demon. when we got in i immediately noticed that there was something odd. that's when i saw the gun. he was trying to hide it under his back until he could find the best oppurtunity to shoot us or maybe just hold us at gunpoint while he did only God knows what. i'm traumatized. good thing i saw sa gun and i didn't freak out. he saw that i sawa the gun too and he didn't know what to do. i was gutsy. maybe it was the adrenaline or whatever but all i know is that i took another look at the gun. he saw that too. i didn't tell clyde about the gun because i knew she would freak out. that would probably have made matters much worse. i kept mum about the whole thing but i told the taxi driver to just drop us off at UST. he was starting to fidget. and he kept fixing the position of the gun at his back. FUCK. then luckily my mom called me up and even if she was just asking where i was i kept answering "yeah i'll just text you the plate number" or something to that effect. that seemed to shake the driver up. he kept glancing at us and whenever kled and i would speak he kept on lowering the volume of the radio. i was scared out of my wits. he kept driving us around creepy neighborhoods but he couldn't find the opportunity to corner us. we're so damn lucky. we were at dapitan and i told him to just drop us off at the gate so that there'd be guards present and he could't pull any funny business. he did so reluctantly. shit. i'm fucking traumatized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-1186190265838355063?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love noodle town. it's quiet and foreign and unknown to most people. that shall now be my haunt whenever i go home. i went out with marie and rj yesterday. marie and i met up at mcdo and then we watched "passengers". it sucked donkeyballs. after that we were sort of waiting for rj because he was at slimmers. i ate frozen yoghurt at the new frozen yoghurt place. haha. it's called snow spoon, i think. then marie bought icecream at ministop. then rj showed up and we went to noodle town. we ate had coffee. they chose the most horrible ones off the menu. hahaha. i was lucky enough to have picked the red tea latte. it was wonderful. :) anyway i'm just really glad i've found a place that i really like. i don't want it to go all mainstream though. that'll break my heart. toodles. i'm off to play guess the sketch or something with froi. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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pocket'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/STJ7nSq3sHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/evdZU57tIyQ/s72-c/DSC04639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-6598909254406910725</id><published>2008-11-26T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:01:43.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flash'/><title type='text'>happy birthday pusit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS1kzSGeJRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/n05MMhH27Ls/s1600-h/th_2589018723_de1452725a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS1kzSGeJRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/n05MMhH27Ls/s400/th_2589018723_de1452725a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272981570915804434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;things are happening. it's quite odd. but i sort of like a burst of oddity now and then. this is a good kind of change. it's making me happy. i'm sleepy. good night. happy birthday boiltipus! had fun watching twilight! edward is gorgeous. so is jazz, ems and carlisle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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pusit'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS1kzSGeJRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/n05MMhH27Ls/s72-c/th_2589018723_de1452725a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-7219209337332950220</id><published>2008-11-23T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:08:40.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comebackkid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexities'/><title type='text'>star allegories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SSk5fuJjMCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0ubk6UeCEYI/s1600-h/dumdum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SSk5fuJjMCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0ubk6UeCEYI/s400/dumdum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271808055940689954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's high time that i should start feeling infinite again. stars will be as big and bright as i make them out to be and the moon will lose one of her daughters just for me to wish upon. it's maddening that i've been in such a rut these past few months. maybe my mind really is made up and maybe i shall be stubborn about this whole thing -- whatever the case is, i think i'm going to be happy. my soul is just so tired of this world that maybe i just want to burn and scream. if i do, maybe i'd be satisfied. what do you think? i need to find what brings me joy and go there. taft? katipunan? or here in espanya? this is sickeningly serious. help me decide. no, don't. i should decide for myself. this is my life and whether i sink or swim it should always stem from my perogative. life is making me such a fragile idiot. i need to escape. i think i'm going to catch up on mansfield park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-7219209337332950220?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7219209337332950220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SSdJSKC5WQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KaxJpCp-bPg/s1600-h/William-william-beckett-2492091-371-546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SSdJSKC5WQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KaxJpCp-bPg/s320/William-william-beckett-2492091-371-546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271262465143429378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;good morning, intergalactic warriors -- i just woke up. it seems as if there is an on going battle inside my head. the pain is close to being intolerable.  this must be the result of sleeping at the wee hours of the morning. i'm not sorry about that though. i enjoyed my little bonding session with clyde and melissa. and i enjoyed kamil's birthday and justoy's birthday too. i missed my tropa :) i hope they all got home okay albeit their possible drunken stupor. :)) i also hope that jio gets over his little spell of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for clyde,moy and kamil to upload some of the pics. :) i think i have to go now. my head and tummy are pulling me down with pain. i don't think i'll be able to go to st. jude's and to trinoma today. aww bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-8343723914326316241?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8343723914326316241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=8343723914326316241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/8343723914326316241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=':D'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-3551897817447985353</id><published>2008-11-18T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:42:48.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comebackkid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diseases'/><title type='text'>death by shrimp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SSLFmqmqn4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/obQ4TnHUYNM/s1600-h/th_z108912847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SSLFmqmqn4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/obQ4TnHUYNM/s400/th_z108912847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269991782039068546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am still under the influence of this wretched illness. save me from my suffering :( and to think that all of this started with the shrimp fumes :( other than my cold, there is this constant cloud of misery that follows me. i need to reach a decision-- and fast. i need a superhero 'cause all i will ever be is a superzero. i need direction. i can't just let my life spiral downwards. i'll get over such petty things and move forward. i think i'll get lost in gateway by frederik pohl. it's such an amazing book. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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shrimp'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SSLFmqmqn4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/obQ4TnHUYNM/s72-c/th_z108912847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-5126501506348299405</id><published>2008-11-16T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:59:14.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaporn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diseases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddity'/><title type='text'>yaaahaaaaawt - lil kim. don't ask.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SSAmxE1uDOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ep7e8Usa0s4/s1600-h/th_funny-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SSAmxE1uDOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ep7e8Usa0s4/s400/th_funny-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269254188577983714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this never fails to make me laugh no matter how bad my day has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha and LOL. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my friendster account is fucked up. i'm still sick. my glasses make me look like shit but i have to wear them all the time because my headaches are getting worse. i'm penniless. i want to kill someone named rap. hahaha. i have to wake up at two am tomorrow. i'm gonna miss olongaporn and my family again. i'm whiney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got four new books though :)) super happy about that. and i get to see my friends again. yipee! i stuffed myself with all sorts of food this weekend. i shall have to jump back on the wagon. :)) oh yeah... i bought new running shoes today. we didn't notice that they were both for the right foot though. hahahaha. mum's gonna go back to nike tomorrow. i should really be sleeping now. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-5126501506348299405?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-144953683425343344?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/144953683425343344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=144953683425343344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/144953683425343344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/144953683425343344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title and Artist: &lt;/span&gt;White Collar Boy by Belle and Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the first line in the song? &lt;/span&gt;you're a white collar boy and you gave into the law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long has this band/artist been around? &lt;/span&gt;since '95 '96 or '97. haha. not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a specific memory associated with this song?:&lt;/span&gt; not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you relate to any of the lyrics? &lt;/span&gt;in a strange sense, yes. with the girl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like any other songs by this band/artist?&lt;/span&gt; yesss. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title and Artist: &lt;/span&gt;Toothpaste kisses by the Maccabees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does any part of this song make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite lyric in this song? &lt;/span&gt;put the stars in our eyes. and with heart shaped bruises and late night kisses divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever seen this band/artist live? &lt;/span&gt;naw. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the first song from this band/artist that you remember hearing? &lt;/span&gt;xray. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of mood does this song put you in? &lt;/span&gt;it makes me feel incomplete. in a good way. haha. does that make any sense? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song # 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title and Artist: &lt;/span&gt;you could have it so much better by franzferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does this song make you think of a certain person? &lt;/span&gt;YESSSSSS.HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the last line in the song? go get up, get up. yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If someone just randomly said the above line to you, how would you react?&lt;/span&gt; i'd say i'm too lazy to get up. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are any lyrics in this song suggestive of sex in any way? &lt;/span&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has any other band/artist covered this song?&lt;/span&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song # 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title and Artist: &lt;/span&gt;lazy eye by the silversun pickups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the 7th line in this song? &lt;/span&gt;everyone's so intimately rearranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does the above line have any special meaning to you?&lt;/span&gt; now that i think of it. yes. pff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would this song be suitable to play at a wedding?&lt;/span&gt; no. it's too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you seen the video for this song? If yes then describe it.: &lt;/span&gt;i haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is this song about? &lt;/span&gt;it's either about losing yer virginity with the wrong person or it's about waiting for someone. haha. depends on how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song # 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title and Artist: &lt;/span&gt;february by typecast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you be embarrassed if someone caught you singing this song out loud? &lt;/span&gt;sort of. but not because of the song. it would be because of my singing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the 4th line in the song? &lt;/span&gt;i wish to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you had to give this song a rating, what would it be: G, PG, PG13 or R? &lt;/span&gt;pg? hahha. ierno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you be shocked if your parent(s) liked this song? &lt;/span&gt;yes. hahahahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you find the singer of this song attractive? &lt;/span&gt;none of the people in this band are attractive. but i like the drummer. hahaha. melvin! [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song # 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title and Artist: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;summer skin by death cab for cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you play this song on any instrument? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;no. hahahaha. i can't play any instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever seen anyone that looks like the singer of this song? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the funniest or most clever lyric in the song? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;we peeled the freckles from our shoulders. aww. that's just so sad. listen to the song so you'd understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has this song been in any movies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does this song make you think of someone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;hahahahaahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song # 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title and Artist: &lt;/span&gt;young folks by peter bjorn and john&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of mood does this song put you in? &lt;/span&gt;makes me hopeful. ierno. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the chorus of the song?  &lt;/span&gt;it's too looong. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Replace the 4th word of the song with the word "Beaver".....: &lt;/span&gt;if i told beaver things i did before. ahhahha. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know anyone that hates this band?&lt;/span&gt; i haven't discussed this band with anyone yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song # 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title and Artist: &lt;/span&gt;my beloved monster by eels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there a certain memory that you associate with this song? &lt;/span&gt;yes xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite part in the song? &lt;/span&gt;she will always be the only thing that comes between me and the awful sting.that comes from living in a world that's so damn mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If this band came to a town near you, would you go see them? &lt;/span&gt;ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone when this song was playing? &lt;/span&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anything political about this song? &lt;/span&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song # 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title and Artist: &lt;/span&gt;fell in love with out you by motion city soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite lyric in the song? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the stars at night aren't as big and bright as you make them out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Replace the 2nd word in your favorite lyric with "toilet"...: &lt;/span&gt;not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is this one of your favorite bands/artists? &lt;/span&gt;definitely [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever sang this song out loud? &lt;/span&gt;lotsa times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When is the first time you ever heard this song? &lt;/span&gt;can't remeber but it was last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song # 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title and Artist: &lt;/span&gt;who needs love by razorlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is this song about? &lt;/span&gt;it's about a bitter person singing about the unimportance of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Replace the last word in the song with the word "Sparta".....: &lt;/span&gt;i won't even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does this song get played a lot on the radio? &lt;/span&gt;around here? no. i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is this band/artist from? &lt;/span&gt;england? not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would this song be appropriate to play at a funeral? &lt;/span&gt;no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-3491098492366802735?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3491098492366802735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=3491098492366802735&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/3491098492366802735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/3491098492366802735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/11/boredom-shuffle-survey.html' title='boredom. shuffle survey.'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-2033953567128384228</id><published>2008-11-11T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:23:02.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>the cherry on top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SRmG9BnKXLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wReW1vcp1Ho/s1600-h/th_thvanillabean.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SRmG9BnKXLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wReW1vcp1Ho/s400/th_thvanillabean.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267389622149340338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this post is way over due. quick recap on things: yesterday rj talked about uhh cherries [[: and he diagnosed marie to be preggers. ofcourse she's not. rj thinks everyone is preggers. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up amazingly early for pe class today. boil and i had to attend this mundane film showing at the gym. when we were on our way home we met reno dale. haha. it was weird, sort of, because he's this guy on the internet and now he's this guy in UST. catch my drift? haha. anyway after exchanging pleasantries boil and i set off for home again. at two we had to get to class. it rained like a mofo. classes were suspended at about five thirty. high hopes and crossed fingers for another day of suspended classes. i miss my tropa, kled and i were reminiscing earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for friday! i want to go home to gapo! i want to go to the outlet store! saaaaale :D and i can't wait for next saturday. em and i are going to start collecting stickers for the SB planner. haha. coffee in my blood stream again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touya is exactly my brand of heroin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edwaaaard. haha. wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self:&lt;br /&gt;buy two new pairs of stockings&lt;br /&gt;buy an umbrella&lt;br /&gt;get mum and dad to call&lt;br /&gt;save up for christmas&lt;br /&gt;cram for tomorrows bio exam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-2033953567128384228?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2033953567128384228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=2033953567128384228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/2033953567128384228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/2033953567128384228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/11/cherry-on-top.html' title='the cherry on top'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SRmG9BnKXLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wReW1vcp1Ho/s72-c/th_thvanillabean.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-2227992609176245395</id><published>2008-11-06T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:57:46.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan ross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shift'/><title type='text'>when the day met the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SRMTooYwCqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kUqY1LH2XQY/s1600-h/ryanross--large-msg-121769126654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SRMTooYwCqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kUqY1LH2XQY/s400/ryanross--large-msg-121769126654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265573978083166882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so maybe i won't shift after all. my mind isn't really a stable organ. school sucks but what can i do. atleast some of the people are okay. haha. marco and i are close again. i think. YEY! hahaha. i think this is because he knows that i won't shift to another course anymore. tonio and i are trying to talk about stuff but that's not really working out because he still thinks everything is my fault (when i decided i was gonna shift) when in fact it's not. let's just see how things unfold after a few more days or weeks. i still haven't asked my dad about the hongkong trip yet. maybe i'll ask next week. high hopes and crossed fingers. i hope he doesn't remember that i'm asking for a DSLR too because if he does he'll only give me one gift and that'll suck. i'm sorely wishing that we don't have classes tomorrow. the rector is giving out a speech or whatever and the profs have to attend. it's been said that the meeting will only last for the first half of the day though so it won't affect our schedule. SHITTTT. i need more days off. i need more sleep. i miss my friends. and i need more rye bread and coffee. wtf. i want to dream of ryan ross. good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-2227992609176245395?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2227992609176245395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=2227992609176245395&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/2227992609176245395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/2227992609176245395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-day-met-night.html' title='when the day met the night'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SRMTooYwCqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kUqY1LH2XQY/s72-c/ryanross--large-msg-121769126654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-8766284422584745483</id><published>2008-11-04T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:11:49.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitballs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexities'/><title type='text'>distract me, will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SRBYCL1s4GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QH534sDCo7U/s1600-h/th_iconers.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SRBYCL1s4GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QH534sDCo7U/s400/th_iconers.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264804758957121634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first day of the second semester&lt;/span&gt; -- uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;i've got the mother of all headaches. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shitballs&lt;/span&gt;. i want to break something. it hurts that bad. i'm woozy. i think after posting this i'll go to bed and force myself to sleep. i'm horribly confused about what i want to become. i don't know if i should still shift or not. i'm currently studying HRM, hotel and restaurant management, and i'm thinking about shifting to Medical Technology. But if i shift next year, i'll be an irregular student. That's unthinkable. I'll have to catch up on ten units of chemistry and three units each of zoology and botany. who knows what other units i still have to take up. i want to be successful but i feel like such a failure. i'm going all emobitch again. it's terrible. i need something or someone to take my mind off things for a while. or maybe i just need a vacation. i hope my dad gives a thumbs up on the hongkong trip. if not then i'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will you be my daily dose of distraction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-8766284422584745483?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8766284422584745483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=8766284422584745483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/8766284422584745483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/8766284422584745483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/11/distract-me-will-you.html' title='distract me, will you?'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SRBYCL1s4GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QH534sDCo7U/s72-c/th_iconers.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-8670554203303845832</id><published>2008-10-31T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:57:29.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila'/><title type='text'>lazy with a capital l but i'm too lazy to capitalize it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQscxYL9MKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FDTnkE4jGbc/s1600-h/th_cantchange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQscxYL9MKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FDTnkE4jGbc/s400/th_cantchange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263332224144322722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one more day till i bid farewell to home again. i hate school during moments like these. i don't want to go back to manila even if days here at home really aren't that eventful. they could have been more interesting if i would have only been a bit less lazy. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;je suis une gamine psychédélique&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lungs are currently whistling to the tune of your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;say you're my hippie, i'll say i'm your hippie&lt;br /&gt;americancer lights my veins: watch me burn and scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;comment dit-on &lt;/i&gt;fuck&lt;i&gt; en français?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i want you to dance inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hail from a place of old news and overpaid smiles&lt;br /&gt;but i'm currently in a filthy sink and swim city&lt;br /&gt;where i try and chase cars out of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/minime.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=14018707&amp;amp;path=2008/10/15&amp;amp;mycolor=555152&amp;amp;mycolor2=2E2633&amp;amp;mycolor3=99173C&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=1&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false" name="myflashfetish" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" border="0" width="160" height="68"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is the city of broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;with a steady flow of over paid smiles&lt;br /&gt;and those bitter sweet lies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. i don't want to lose my old "about me" crap on my friendster. yes i'm still lazy though i really want to change. lazy people can't change. they're too lazy to do so. feck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy halloween, monsters. hope you had a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-8670554203303845832?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8670554203303845832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=8670554203303845832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/8670554203303845832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/8670554203303845832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/lazy-with-capital-l-but-im-too-lazy-to.html' title='lazy with a capital l but i&apos;m too lazy to capitalize it'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQscxYL9MKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FDTnkE4jGbc/s72-c/th_cantchange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-999984960392725711</id><published>2008-10-28T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:15:38.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comebackkid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexities'/><title type='text'>baiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQcsh1MlVPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8Zj4AVg-PG8/s1600-h/th_parepanda_130.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQcsh1MlVPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8Zj4AVg-PG8/s400/th_parepanda_130.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262223649332876530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so there's this boy. nvm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;je meurs pour vous embrasser, mon milo.&lt;/span&gt; what am i saying. fvck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there are so many things i still need to know about you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-999984960392725711?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/999984960392725711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=999984960392725711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/999984960392725711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/999984960392725711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/baiser.html' title='baiser'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQcsh1MlVPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8Zj4AVg-PG8/s72-c/th_parepanda_130.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-1153383374000517558</id><published>2008-10-27T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:58:08.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kalayaan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddity'/><title type='text'>a jar full</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQW6WunFGiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z5MHLe_qYMI/s1600-h/th_CutePandas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQW6WunFGiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z5MHLe_qYMI/s320/th_CutePandas.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261816639284124194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;online movies are keeping my demons at bay while i'm held prisoner in this wretched house. sigh. blogging isn't well suiting my mood at the moment and i am but trying to urge my fingers to create a steady flow of nonesense. i am falling in love with panda bears. i see myself as the left out panda. nvm. i'm quite disappointed at myself for the reason that i can't persuade my mother to move. i'm growing tired of our neighborhood and i want change. i shan't rest until i bully them into moving to Kalayaan. i'm very resolute. my mind is feverish with new ideas.  i'm watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall and i'm enjoying the humour. i'll babble on next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-1153383374000517558?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1153383374000517558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=1153383374000517558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/1153383374000517558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/1153383374000517558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/jar-full.html' title='a jar full'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQW6WunFGiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z5MHLe_qYMI/s72-c/th_CutePandas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-4380382636570759309</id><published>2008-10-25T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:11:58.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>pretty odd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQMne83444I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KwmiY32uelw/s1600-h/th_whore.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQMne83444I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KwmiY32uelw/s320/th_whore.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261092202388972418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;things are shaping up to be oh so odd. i'm seriously laughing right now because of certain silly people. hahaha. 1.) justin is being such a dodo right now. he's messing with me. he removed me from his featured friends! you know it's a crime. :| hahaha.  2.) rom keeps on insisting that i miss him so much and that i'm prolly super happy that i got to see him today. he even left me a comment saying that i'll prolly be able to sleep now because we met up earlier. hahahaha. 3.) kuya kyu just told me that he dreamt of me. i still don't know what it was really about just that we were sitting on a long chair (prolly a bench) and we were alone. hahahah.i found it funny cos he was all OMG! hahahaha. kuya (in my active imagination) is like one of those japanese avatars. right? 4.) wow, homer just told me he misses me! this is new. hahahaha. 5.) rj is becoming a drunken bastard. sad. i hope he stops drinking soon. :| i woke up this morning at 2 am and i had a message from him saying that i shouldn't die because he'll be sad and that we have to have fun before we die and shit like that. hahaha. those small things are the reasons why we are bestfriends. [[: 6.) marie is praying the rosary. hahaha. i love my little religious bitch hahaha. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i'll survive my new pe class. maybe softball will be the end of me. i hope not. why wasn't i born with great balance and coordination? wish me luck. ooh i want to stop thinking about this. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-4380382636570759309?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4380382636570759309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=4380382636570759309&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4380382636570759309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4380382636570759309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/pretty-odd.html' title='pretty odd'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQMne83444I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KwmiY32uelw/s72-c/th_whore.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-6583664779970200113</id><published>2008-10-23T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:19:52.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexities'/><title type='text'>K I D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQBceOoFjGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZEYcSKhW3Q4/s1600-h/OK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQBceOoFjGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZEYcSKhW3Q4/s320/OK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260306039160802402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am currently planning the perfect crime. i'm about to kidnap our aussie neighbor's kid. he's just so damn adorable :| i want a little brother. if my parents won't give me one, i guess i'll set things in motion on my own. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to move. barretto is so boring. the whole compound is nice tho, but still, barretto is too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt; for me. let's see if i can persuade my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dr. duncan. dr. della. dr. kim&lt;/span&gt;. none of them fit. shitballs. do i really want to shift? maybe i do. i don't know. this is messed up. i'm too young to be in college :| &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't you save me before the day is done?&lt;/span&gt; i might just become a dermatologist HAHA would you trust me with your face and skin? ugh. my dad wants me to figure out what i want to become. right now. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert steady flow of profanities&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i'm not READY yet&lt;/span&gt;. wth, everything is going to be okay in the end. i am not going all emo bitch on you [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-6583664779970200113?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6583664779970200113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=6583664779970200113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/6583664779970200113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/6583664779970200113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/k-i-d.html' title='K I D'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SQBceOoFjGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZEYcSKhW3Q4/s72-c/OK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-4312663328252163389</id><published>2008-10-22T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:39:17.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diseases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexities'/><title type='text'>loser much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SP8P0ri3oiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2fy2fGqldwo/s1600-h/th_lesigh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SP8P0ri3oiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2fy2fGqldwo/s320/th_lesigh.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259940287508619810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohgod&lt;/span&gt;. i am unwell. i spent the day filling trash bins with tissue boxes and soda cans. i would never have survived without &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the jakes&lt;/span&gt;. i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f the world had no music, i'd have committed suicide by now&lt;/span&gt;. i am unwell and i lack peace of mind. why oh why can't it be bought in stores?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; shitballs.&lt;/span&gt; i got drenched in the rain today. i'm too weak to handle the rain. pathetic. i took airbourne, neozep and used my inhaler. i still feel like shit. and now that i'm done with Heroes, i don't know how to spend my day. i've been photobucket diving the last few hours and i'm bored as hell. marie em clarisse isn't online yet, ugh, can't wait for her news. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after posting this blog, imma edit my profile. here and on friendster. i hope that takes my mind off things for a while. oh and i'm currently discovering the freakiness of hotel 626. thanks mick. LOL. oh and somebody's being weird today. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ano ba talaga ha&lt;/span&gt;? fuck &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;it's just so much easier to blame it on bad luck. :'|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-4312663328252163389?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4312663328252163389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=4312663328252163389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4312663328252163389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4312663328252163389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/loser-much.html' title='loser much'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SP8P0ri3oiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2fy2fGqldwo/s72-c/th_lesigh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-6111959865558018284</id><published>2008-10-20T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:22:49.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conceited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><title type='text'>grades grades grades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPyFuOVin9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/iOEMLZhATIo/s1600-h/Doughnuts002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPyFuOVin9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/iOEMLZhATIo/s400/Doughnuts002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259225494030819282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;check out my grades. oh yes. i'm proud of them. this is my blog, fool. hahahaha. i mean i didn't study at all and i got high grades! i told you i'm awesome! &gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clearance day drained me of all my energy. ate thea, boil and i got shoved and pushed in the sauna-like halls of the albertus magnus building. hahaha. but we got through. we roamed around ust and boil's sister even showed us the fetuses that are bottled up in the med building. poor kids :( anyhoot we went to the main building to check our grades but the line was long so we decided to just sit on the chairs infront of the office. while we were chatting a lady went out of the office and walked up to me, she told me that i should sit properly because i was a lady and all that crap. hahahahahahahahahahaha. okay. so i'm a boy. hahahahahahahahahaha. she got so bothered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt;. hahahahahahahahhahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-6111959865558018284?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6111959865558018284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=6111959865558018284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/6111959865558018284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/6111959865558018284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/grades-grades-grades.html' title='grades grades grades'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPyFuOVin9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/iOEMLZhATIo/s72-c/Doughnuts002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-5835494032211070448</id><published>2008-10-19T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:51:44.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>sharp turns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPs7ScTeKPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0VSZlbvs5oQ/s1600-h/Spam.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPs7ScTeKPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0VSZlbvs5oQ/s400/Spam.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258862177906731250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm off to manila tomorrow with boil. my mum and the maid is tagging along because my mum wants to go to baclaran but all in all i'm free to do whatever i please. boil and i will have lunch with miggy. i hope he treats us. hahahaha. it's his birthday today! happy birthday, butaw! love you! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been chowing down fudge sticks all day. and since i don't drink water, gatorade is the next best thing. ROFL. i only drink the blue, red and purple ones though.  the others taste like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out about something recently and it's breaking my heart. i feel so bad because i think it's my fault. i'm so sorry this has to be the result of all my actions. now i know i have to make the best decisions because they're going to affect every aspect of my life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have to start growing up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far my sembreak has been a mix of sharp turns. i'm still waiting for the bruises to heal and waiting for the adrenaline to boil down. and uhh did i say that i'm on the dean's list? well. there ya go. i am. hahaha. SCOREEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm still not over this "issue". damnit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-5835494032211070448?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5835494032211070448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=5835494032211070448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/5835494032211070448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/5835494032211070448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/sharp-turns.html' title='sharp turns'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPs7ScTeKPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0VSZlbvs5oQ/s72-c/Spam.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-6959527824724465186</id><published>2008-10-18T17:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:50:10.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexities'/><title type='text'>we want to be found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPmw6yhuc3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/CLfjGxqvOhQ/s1600-h/th_z125589736.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPmw6yhuc3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/CLfjGxqvOhQ/s400/th_z125589736.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258428563973895026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it takes severe issues to make me write again, so it seems. (i first typed in "right" instead of "write". how ironic.) i haven't felt this low in such a long time. i feel sick. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this just isn't right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished downloading most of ATDI's songs. they're helping me right now. marie and i need to talk. she's the only one who knows what i'm going through. aw crud. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a small case of bipolar disorder. why doesn't that surprise me? i'm hiding because this is all too twisted for the normal person. unthinkable and unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i need to take a pill to make this town feel okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-6959527824724465186?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6959527824724465186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=6959527824724465186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/6959527824724465186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/6959527824724465186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-want-to-be-found.html' title='we want to be found'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPmw6yhuc3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/CLfjGxqvOhQ/s72-c/th_z125589736.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-6350769716087853695</id><published>2008-10-17T21:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:25:49.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kalayaan'/><title type='text'>happiest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPiQs39cnhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6RRe6gYhtUc/s1600-h/th_thIAmHappyHere.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPiQs39cnhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6RRe6gYhtUc/s400/th_thIAmHappyHere.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258111665565376018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when with them, i am happiest.&lt;/span&gt; Kalayaan brings us together [: and to think that all of this started with such a silly bet...&lt;br /&gt;we were all there today! i can't believe it! hahaha. i had so much fun. i don't feel like relating everything that happened but all i can say is that they are the bestestbest guys evuuuur [: you really should be jealous that i have the raddest friends [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite part of the day?&lt;br /&gt;when miggy hit rj's balls. hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i so love my tropa. [:&lt;br /&gt;pics up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you em rj iya pons boil kled dan homer aj miggy vince jio june justin jay kamil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the bet is still oh so on XDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-6350769716087853695?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6350769716087853695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=6350769716087853695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/6350769716087853695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/6350769716087853695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/happiest.html' title='happiest'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPiQs39cnhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6RRe6gYhtUc/s72-c/th_thIAmHappyHere.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-4043720745077939629</id><published>2008-10-15T08:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:34:29.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comebackkid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kalayaan'/><title type='text'>the bet chronicles I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPU6ZQ0BcsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QJ3arPmzzbg/s1600-h/th_ththz52552717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPU6ZQ0BcsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QJ3arPmzzbg/s400/th_ththz52552717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257172345709228738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words can not describe how i felt yesterday. i was ecstatic nostalgic bitter and a lot of other things ROFL. i missed my tropa. high school really is where you find your true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sms-ed clyde to send a group message to the bet people saying that we were to meet up at 10 am yesterday. i got there at 12. HAHAHA. they wouldn't let me hear the end of it. clyde, dan, rj, and pons were there. pons was shockingly his OLD self. the pons that we all love. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namiss talaga namen ung gagong un&lt;/span&gt;. after all the bickering XD we got out of mcdo and into rj's car. YES, he knows how to drive now. HAHAHAHA. clyde and i were pretty scared at first but rj is an okay driver &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;. we picked up em at her place and she freaked out when she saw pons. hahaha. i think em and i were the most affected when pons uhh moved to a different circle of friends during our highschool days. then we went back to mcdo to pick up justoy who was very crabby that day! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN. shitballs. i missed that place! me and my friends were stunning by the way. just had to say that! [[: so yeah, stunning place, stunning people, fabulous memories. we saw the teachers, the seniors, the other people hahaha, the drivers, everyone! we had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop was PCGenius, our old hangout. we ofcourse made ourselves at home there. the boys played dota while em and I ate at mcdo. we went back and persuaded them to accompany us at MochaBlends. they were too busy with fecking Dota though. hahaha. so kled em and i went and did some errands first. after that we acted all pissed and shit so they would listen. they did... after a while atleast XDDD. aj and june were also now part of the crowd. then as planned we went to mochablends and ate and talked and shit. after that rj drove us home. I LOVE MY FRIENDS! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home my cousin told me that she saw me get out of the car and said that my friends were very very loud. HAHAHAHA. he said there was this guy who even stuck his head out of the window when he was trying to say goodbye. i said that was normal. she said that the guy was at the back and she didn't know how he managed to reach the window. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. guess who that was? pons ofcourse. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namiss ko ang tropa. hindi nyo lang alam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going out on friday again. they told me they'd kill me if i was that late again. HAHAHA. CAN'T FECKIN WAIT, HUNNEHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wish we will always have this much fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-4043720745077939629?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4043720745077939629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=4043720745077939629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4043720745077939629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4043720745077939629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/bet-chronicles-i.html' title='the bet chronicles I'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPU6ZQ0BcsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QJ3arPmzzbg/s72-c/th_ththz52552717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-4759912451285898788</id><published>2008-10-13T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:58:10.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whizzzz</title><content type='html'>Hello, Olongapo. Hello, illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that i really am ill, i shall go meet up with my friends tomorrow. I CAN SCARCELY WAIT. Pons may even be there. Wow. I wonder if he'll be nice to us. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitballs. iwatchedthetwilightrailer!!!!!!! and uhh. i really really really don't like "Bella".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update to-morrow. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-4759912451285898788?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4759912451285898788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=4759912451285898788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4759912451285898788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4759912451285898788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/whizzzz.html' title='whizzzz'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-4059646585786447578</id><published>2008-10-11T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:17:47.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alienization'/><title type='text'>marie called shotgun on the tall one XDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPB9P8M5nrI/AAAAAAAAADc/wf7Lp3x_ELo/s1600-h/th_villian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPB9P8M5nrI/AAAAAAAAADc/wf7Lp3x_ELo/s400/th_villian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255838477953113778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;monkeytarded. geek. dork. dumbass. shitballs.&lt;/span&gt; and more words of the same effect. = day with emoymoy. lemme share to you how our shopping trip went. first we went to the wretched 168 with boil and ate thea because clyde and them said it was nice there. when we got there em and i were kinda still excited that we were in divisoria. hahahahahahaha. we are retarded. we know. but shit, after a while we got super sick of everything. the stalls. the people. the traffic. the clothes. the suckiness. we almost dieeeeeed :| even the atm machines were useless. it cheated em on 800 pesos. wtf. we got super pissed. we had to go to the main office to report the stupid atm machine. after that we couldn't stand the horrid place anymore so off we went to look for a taxi. it was damn near impossible. good thing there was a nice kuya who helped us. hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glorietta glorietta glorietta. shopped and all that jazz. i am now officially broke! moy looked for a gift for jay. hahahaha. we found one XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone kept staring :( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i felt like an alien&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and i bought two new books!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am ecstaaaaaaatiiiic. no wonder em kept calling me a geek. hahahahaha. i was all smiles when we were paying and i kept hugging the books. hahahahaha and no people, i don't read the useless crap. and theeeenn we were super tired so we went home. had major fun with emoy. loveyewww. we were bitter together. hahaha. can't wait to see the other guys on tuesday! it's gonna be a reunion beybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-4059646585786447578?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4059646585786447578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=4059646585786447578&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4059646585786447578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4059646585786447578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/marie-called-shotgun-on-tall-one-xdd.html' title='marie called shotgun on the tall one XDD'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPB9P8M5nrI/AAAAAAAAADc/wf7Lp3x_ELo/s72-c/th_villian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-91084124913436161</id><published>2008-10-11T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:21:43.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sembreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitballs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>run run run, don't run away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPB-KaA2C4I/AAAAAAAAADk/bxelBYmO3Vk/s1600-h/th_thtwopoints.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPB-KaA2C4I/AAAAAAAAADk/bxelBYmO3Vk/s400/th_thtwopoints.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255839482388024194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;holy guacamole. i almost got a flat one in psychology. i won't even dare elaborate because it's just too depressing. i think i failed phil history too. shitballsextreme. i'm flabbergasted. i'm not a failure. well, i wasn't. maybe i am now. boo hoo emo bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to glorietta with emoy tomorrow. can't wait to shop. it's officially the start of my SEMBREAK XD. let's cut loose and bum around. kalayaan here i come.&lt;br /&gt;watch me burn and scream mofos. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-91084124913436161?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/91084124913436161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=91084124913436161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/91084124913436161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/91084124913436161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/run-run-run-dont-run-away.html' title='run run run, don&apos;t run away'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SPB-KaA2C4I/AAAAAAAAADk/bxelBYmO3Vk/s72-c/th_thtwopoints.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-5083474099455464845</id><published>2008-10-09T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:07:18.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>play forward pause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SO4dyNALyMI/AAAAAAAAADU/pxQxgaMC6uQ/s1600-h/th_procrastination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SO4dyNALyMI/AAAAAAAAADU/pxQxgaMC6uQ/s400/th_procrastination.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255170563509045442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the world never bitches without a reason -- i think we all have to agree on that one. procrastination really is my crime. i'm supposed to be studying for three tests tomorrow but i'm in no mood to focus on my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em and rj dropped by earlier. i missed rj! that was his first time here 'cause we're all afraid that my mum's going to accuse him of being my boyfriend and such. hahahaha. rj is my bestfriend for pete's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received lovely news a few minutes ago. levi informed me that i scored the highest on our Psychology finals. shitballs XDDD i didn't study i sweaaaaar. the only studying i did was about three hours before the test and i have gelo and marie as witnesses that i spent most of my time laughing my head off at the silliest things. XD i told you i'm awesome! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i'm most looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1. good grades (if i don't get 'em you'll be hearing a lot of bitching from me)&lt;br /&gt;2. end of hell week (officially ends at 5:30 pm tomorrow!)&lt;br /&gt;3. money and shopping at Makati (with my emoymoy and maybe rj XD)&lt;br /&gt;4. my free venti java chip XDDD&lt;br /&gt;5. bus trip to Olongaporn&lt;br /&gt;6. public appearance at Kalayaan, Mcdo and PcG!&lt;br /&gt;7. seeing my mum and dad and nephew!&lt;br /&gt;8. secreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet XDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-5083474099455464845?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5083474099455464845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=5083474099455464845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/5083474099455464845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/5083474099455464845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/play-forward-pause.html' title='play forward pause'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SO4dyNALyMI/AAAAAAAAADU/pxQxgaMC6uQ/s72-c/th_procrastination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-64472917959192031</id><published>2008-10-07T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:49:22.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitballs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touya'/><title type='text'>on going hell week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SOtaLDGfotI/AAAAAAAAADA/kimvhvTVNKs/s1600-h/th_sweet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SOtaLDGfotI/AAAAAAAAADA/kimvhvTVNKs/s400/th_sweet.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254392536115421906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;recap on what has been going on: yesterday i didn't ace my feckin exams. math101a SUCKED like a baby with a lollipop. shitballs. i expected to finish that without any difficulty but the professor screwed us over. psychology-- i'd wager that i'm going to be very dismayed at the outcome. crudcrudcrud. today's chemistry exam went off without a glitch. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bow chika bow wow!&lt;/span&gt; *verysmug* and since i am exempted from our filipino exam, i went to mcdo with boil, gelo, marie,froi, diane and sheena.&lt;br /&gt;emoy was there with her blockies. while the others were ordering our food, boil and i accompanied marie to the health service bldg. em caught up with us. ooh ooh here's something funny that happened while we were there. rj called em up and asked where she was (he called because he needed em's notes on zoology). em told rj that she was on her way to the health service bldg because i was there. rj thought i was sick or that something bad happened to me. hahahaha. he was all "shit what happened to kim?!!" then em hung up. hahahaha. then he called me and i got boil to answer the phone. she just said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di ako pede makipagusap. mamaya nlng. nandito kami health service&lt;/span&gt;." then promptly hung up the phone. hahaha. just as we were opening the door, rj was running like mad hahahaha. he was worried! hahahaha. i love my bestfriend XD. ooh. and i saw Touya today. my heart went thumpity thump like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Willa Cather's My Antonia&lt;/span&gt;. It's lovely. ooh la la.&lt;br /&gt;i'll finish it tonight so that i won't have any distractions tomorrow. i shall try my best to study then. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-64472917959192031?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/64472917959192031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=64472917959192031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/64472917959192031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/64472917959192031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-going-hell-week.html' title='on going hell week'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SOtaLDGfotI/AAAAAAAAADA/kimvhvTVNKs/s72-c/th_sweet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-1860797209559539903</id><published>2008-10-05T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:10:30.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>a not so smart me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SOg93ErcCaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SXsars0dkGY/s1600-h/th_touchsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SOg93ErcCaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SXsars0dkGY/s400/th_touchsky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253516981685717410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;procrastination is such a bitch. i have no self restraint. how the hell am i supposed to ace the final examinations now? i will just have to rely on my awesomeness. wtf? hahaha. i'm not nervous even if i haven't started studying yet, i'm apathetic. i want to shop and go home to gapo. dayumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night, boil and i sat outside our building to just talk and talk some more. we are going to be reincarnated. don't get the connection? sod off. then we saw someone. uyaacundeeeh. we finished our talk at about midnight and then naturally i tried to sleep. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the semester is about to end. holy shit. time flew super fast, huh? i can't feckin wait for the sembreak aaaaaaaagh. so i shall procrastinate to no end until i get what i want. i am such a dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yea, guess what? my mum and i are okaaaaay now! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-1860797209559539903?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1860797209559539903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=1860797209559539903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/1860797209559539903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/1860797209559539903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-so-smart-me.html' title='a not so smart me'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SOg93ErcCaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SXsars0dkGY/s72-c/th_touchsky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-4408098416464330462</id><published>2008-10-02T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:57:25.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitballs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>infuriating blah blahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SOTFJNZEbCI/AAAAAAAAACw/SZKEYKUcer0/s1600-h/th_flquotage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SOTFJNZEbCI/AAAAAAAAACw/SZKEYKUcer0/s400/th_flquotage7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252539827425143842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUSY LIKE HELL AND MAD LIKE FUCK :|&lt;br /&gt;phist project = drainage&lt;br /&gt;menopausal people = infuriating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the talk with our pe instructor, sir porto, turned out okay. i was able to retake the online exam. hurrah. i took the test at dapitan(netopia) and answered so fast i only had to pay five pesos . damn. i'm trying hard not to overreact butbutbut it's really hard. specially if an annoying person lashes out on you for no apparent reason. irksome like damn. i've been saying shitballs a lot. sounds weird.ugh. start of hell week on monday. i have to stick my head inside a freezer so my brain won't melt. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enough procrastination, i'm getting back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-4408098416464330462?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4408098416464330462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=4408098416464330462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4408098416464330462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4408098416464330462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/like.html' title='infuriating blah blahs'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SOTFJNZEbCI/AAAAAAAAACw/SZKEYKUcer0/s72-c/th_flquotage7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-9038687147107153332</id><published>2008-10-02T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:29:54.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitballs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexities'/><title type='text'>shitty eleap</title><content type='html'>ohmygod. i am the unluckiest person on the entire planet. i think i just failed pe class. i tried to answer the online exam but the eleap wouldn't let me. it kept insisting that i've already taken that wretched exam when in fact i haven't. i had to go to a computer shop to try and take the test again. what a fucking futile attempt that was. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHITBALLS&lt;/span&gt; :(( i want to fucking SCREAAAAAAAAAAAM. i'm going to see my professor and beg for another chance or else i'll get a fucking grade of 5. i am a lot of things but i'm not a fucking failure, i'm miss excellent for crying out loud! i am conceited, damn you. ugh. i want to cry. this really can't happen to me. not now. please God help me. :(( stupid stupid pe class. stupid eleap. stupid lying assesment button. fuck. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ijustwantoburnshitdown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-9038687147107153332?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/9038687147107153332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=9038687147107153332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/9038687147107153332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/9038687147107153332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/10/shitty-eleap.html' title='shitty eleap'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-7765578231426373078</id><published>2008-09-30T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:17:08.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siomai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitballs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>siomai makes the world go round</title><content type='html'>my dad called two times today and i'm ecstatic. no news about my mum though. shitballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. update on kuya kevin's containers. on my last post i said that i'd try to move my butt over to his place, right? well my butt didn't budge. hahaha. yesterday he called me up and said he was downstairs and that he came to pick up the stuff. hahaha. taking advantage. anyhoot boil and i curled our hair so when we got down the flight of stairs we were really really embarassed because of our hair experiment. he was obviously trying hard not to laugh. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want siomai. shitballsagain. i really do. my tumtum is craving for siomai. please satiate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohman. i am such a procrastinator. nothing will become of my life. wth. procrastinators: the leaders of tomorrow. hahaha. yeah. eatthathunneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am supposed to be feckin busy right now buuuuuut i am lazy to the point of being sluggish. loveyouloveyouloveyou. sweet. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-7765578231426373078?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7765578231426373078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=7765578231426373078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/7765578231426373078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/7765578231426373078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/siomai-makes-world-go-round.html' title='siomai makes the world go round'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-4993650305195981153</id><published>2008-09-28T21:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:03:15.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>concentrated memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SN-LKObsUFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zymDX5Vwa1k/s1600-h/ttttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SN-LKObsUFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zymDX5Vwa1k/s400/ttttt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251068698326487122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here are some of the photos from our previous trip. these are grabbed from mawows. i'll try to upload the next batch, from austa, uhh on my next post i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boil went over to our place today and we tried to do our psychology paper. hahaha. we had fun. pigged out on kled's food and siomai and chicharon. oh yeah, i ate carabao balls today. they were good. hahaha. naw, the chicharon's made from carabao skin and they were made into balls. you know how my brain works, i thought we were eating carabao balls. kled and boil just guffawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's still pissed. dad didn't call. i'm fucking sad. atleast tonio and i are okay now. that's one thorn out my side. damnyouall. i want to be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kled, boil and i know how to curl our hair now. yes, we learned how to curl our hair yesterday. haha. tomorrow boil is coming over early so we can all fix our hair. we are such girls. but mind you, i still know what's happening in the world and i'm very opinionated about the war. chea. just wanted to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuya kevin is mad at me :| hahaha. i blame my laziness. hahaha. i was supposed to return the containers, from the cakes he's been giving me, ages ago! i told him to pick it up here and he told me i was taking advantage of him. hahahaha. i'm so not. i said sorry and he didn't reply. aw crud. i will try to move my butt over to their dorm tomorrow morning and i hope he accepts my apology so i still get free food. yummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-4993650305195981153?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4993650305195981153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=4993650305195981153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4993650305195981153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4993650305195981153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/concentrated-memory.html' title='concentrated memory'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SN-LKObsUFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zymDX5Vwa1k/s72-c/ttttt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-3637452622721792030</id><published>2008-09-26T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:58:26.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diseases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexities'/><title type='text'>real friends share diseases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNz4blPGLBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PTVuHihlqbg/s1600-h/th_thpeace.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNz4blPGLBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PTVuHihlqbg/s320/th_thpeace.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250344418342743058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things always get out of hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom visited me here in Manila this morning and as luck would have it, she left here hating my guts. it's not my fault, really. usually it is but not this time. ugh, i wish i could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sit by the river of españa and weep&lt;/span&gt;. i bet you didn't see that coming. i'm not allowed to go home (olongapo) because of my feud with mum. my dad is my only ally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scavenged pictures from our interview/trip earlier today. i guess i'll just make a simple collage and post it here with my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a concert or whatever at UST today. Boil and I didn't hang around long enough to see what was happening. We're both ill at the moment and we need to rest. we shared straws and I think i caught this from her. Real friends share diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rj called me about four times today. i was able to answer two of them. he's just checking up on me. haha. i miss you, slut. yes we are the raddest bestfriends even if we seem to be indifferent at times :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish my hair would grow faster. it's like watching grass grow. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emoy is watching Zohan, thought you should know. Haha. And there's this super hot student in our building. Conservatory of Music. ooh and i'm talking to rj atm. that's all for now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;au revoir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-3637452622721792030?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3637452622721792030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=3637452622721792030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/3637452622721792030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/3637452622721792030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/real-friends-share-diseases.html' title='real friends share diseases'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNz4blPGLBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PTVuHihlqbg/s72-c/th_thpeace.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-2151473289155862797</id><published>2008-09-25T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:40:21.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shift'/><title type='text'>touya is owned by the shifter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNuUGlDwGvI/AAAAAAAAACI/9V3h4YdxTvg/s1600-h/touyasings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNuUGlDwGvI/AAAAAAAAACI/9V3h4YdxTvg/s320/touyasings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249952631378418418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOUYA IS MIIIINE. you prolly think that i'm crazy but wth, i wanna see Touya everydamnday. *giggle* it's actually very very possible for me. yehehes. *evil laugh* only a few people will understand this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hotel business, as proven earlier today, is just not for me. i am going to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shifter&lt;/span&gt;. marco and i have made up now but tonio's still not talking to me albeit my subtle wooing at Glorietta. they don't understand me. boo, emobitch *insert plurk's (s_dance)/banana icon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recap of today: no curls, taxis, lousy interview, stupid hotel, sore feet, invisible pedestrian lanes, burgers, crazy dude, timezone, off tune singing, raindrops. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my blisters are disgusting, yeeeck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't finished pete hamill's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever, &lt;/span&gt;HURRAH. i usually read a book a day so it's refreshing to find out that i have enough self discipline to make that book last for a few days. and besides, my head is killing me. i've misplaced my glasses and i've been dizzy since the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy flipped out earlier, he def needs a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chill pill&lt;/span&gt;. i so LOVE happy slip [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-2151473289155862797?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2151473289155862797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=2151473289155862797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/2151473289155862797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/2151473289155862797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/touya-is-owned-by-shifter.html' title='touya is owned by the shifter'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNuUGlDwGvI/AAAAAAAAACI/9V3h4YdxTvg/s72-c/touyasings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-7550915353611072087</id><published>2008-09-24T21:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:51:36.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criticism'/><title type='text'>every inch of me is bruised</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNpZnkrdVqI/AAAAAAAAABo/XKgK4oAq9dc/s1600-h/th_Halo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNpZnkrdVqI/AAAAAAAAABo/XKgK4oAq9dc/s320/th_Halo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249606852049458850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Film renders visible what we did not, or perhaps even could not, see before its advent. It effectively assists us in discovering the material world with its psychophysical correspondences. We literally redeem this world from its dormant state, its state of virtual nonexistence, by endeavoring to experience it through the camera. - kraucer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I DISAGREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;books are by far much more effective than cinematic media. so yeah your face my ass kraucer. i don't want to elaborate because i don't want to sound geeky which has been happening much too often for my liking. i sometimes can't stop my mouth from going off or saying a really geeky thing. hahaha. oh well, my true color is showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everybody's waiting for a sunny day - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mando diao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we're going to Makati to interview a Hotel Manager tomorrow. I have to wake up early because Austa, Mawows and Mela are coming over at about seven am so that we have enough time to curl our hair HAHAHA. yes, we are vain.&lt;br /&gt;i will update soon. very very soon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ciao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-7550915353611072087?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7550915353611072087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=7550915353611072087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/7550915353611072087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/7550915353611072087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-inch-of-me-is-bruised.html' title='every inch of me is bruised'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNpZnkrdVqI/AAAAAAAAABo/XKgK4oAq9dc/s72-c/th_Halo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-4667498061689771660</id><published>2008-09-23T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:26:53.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturity'/><title type='text'>maturity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNkKTyLoYHI/AAAAAAAAABY/fCjUC-9Vin4/s1600-h/th_stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNkKTyLoYHI/AAAAAAAAABY/fCjUC-9Vin4/s320/th_stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249238175681372274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if this is just the effect of lack of sleep or if my mind just goes haywire when it's almost midnight but i do believe that it's time for one of those monumental changes. I know I have to start growing up, and with that said, I now have a life goal. It's egoistic in a sense that it gratifies my wants and needs but isn't that the point? Shouldn't I try to make myself happy? Ofcourse i should. I want to be fulfilled, and i will be, I just have to bid my time. Let all the scorn filled strangers pass by, I'll just mock them. Haaaa. My dad always says that the world is never fair so i shouldn't expect it to change for me. I should be more self-disciplined and I should start thinking about the bigh things in life. I'll stop whining about the silliest things and yeah, that's a big ass promise that i won't break. Raaar. My eyes are betraying me. I need to go to bed. Tomorrow is the start of the new me. Goodnight. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The stars are coming out in waves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-4667498061689771660?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4667498061689771660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=4667498061689771660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4667498061689771660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/4667498061689771660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/maturity.html' title='maturity'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNkKTyLoYHI/AAAAAAAAABY/fCjUC-9Vin4/s72-c/th_stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-6838701090511750195</id><published>2008-09-22T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:09:55.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nose job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flash'/><title type='text'>yo flash flash</title><content type='html'>circle update: jio has a broken nose AWW and he got a nose job, emoy is daydreaming about feromones and gays HAHA, rj told me he's getting us matching shirts that say man whore and girl whore and uhh yeah that's about it. bored as a dodo on wall street. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-6838701090511750195?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6838701090511750195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=6838701090511750195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/6838701090511750195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/6838701090511750195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/yo-flash-flash.html' title='yo flash flash'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-1585234525492253573</id><published>2008-09-21T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:49:04.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burger king'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigaretets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kalayaan'/><title type='text'>onion ring and june's cigarettes</title><content type='html'>I miss high school. I miss June! Haha. I remember our PC Genius days with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tropa. &lt;/span&gt;I miss how Anavil used to buy June's water, Melissa buying his lighter and me buying him his cigarettes. Even if we're against smoking it was really hard to resist his requests! Now he's up in Baguio with Spider Pao. I miss his hyperactivity! I want to go back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalayaan &lt;/span&gt;and I want to sit on the pavement and trip unsuspecting people. I want to wake up early in the morning, wait for the bus and fight with Dan and Jeorge because they're messing up my hair. I want to enter the classroom and hear clyde say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kim tara caf&lt;/span&gt;." And i want to answer "coke?" and hear our other classmates bitch about that being unhealthy [: I miss the simple days and the familiar people. Eff. I'm going all emo bitch here. Whatever [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNX4-9N8xwI/AAAAAAAAABI/QKqNSIkY_OE/s1600-h/P300808_17.42%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNX4-9N8xwI/AAAAAAAAABI/QKqNSIkY_OE/s320/P300808_17.42%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248374701238830850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter and more random note, i can't remember the date but i think it was a few days after my birthday [aug23] that Em and I met up with Jay at Trinoma. Limited shopping while we waited for the others [kled, boil, mai] Anyhoot we ate at burger king, my after bday treat, and taadaaa! An onion ring found itself in a tray full of fries. Haha. Funny because we didn't even order any onion rings. Haha. Em and I then concluded that the Onion Ring = Jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of friends, kled and mai are still at Tutuban or 168 or wherever. I'm bored. It's such a lazy lazy sunday afternoon and i want to go home to Olongapo. I want food but i don't want to eat. Pff. Suckish Kim Chiu. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-1585234525492253573?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1585234525492253573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=1585234525492253573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/1585234525492253573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/1585234525492253573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/onion-ring-and-junes-cigarettes.html' title='onion ring and june&apos;s cigarettes'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNX4-9N8xwI/AAAAAAAAABI/QKqNSIkY_OE/s72-c/P300808_17.42%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-1166008234699076727</id><published>2008-09-20T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:34:57.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comebackkid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zit'/><title type='text'>you and i collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNTZhB2F6oI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2W68sYjxSvk/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;_m&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNTZhB2F6oI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2W68sYjxSvk/s320/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248058627247696514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm dying because of pesky hiccoughs and my roomies are oblivious to my pain. so sad. seriously though, i really can't stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking to justin on yahoo messenger and i think it's funny that we always always talk about the stupidest things and we always gang up on our friends like em and miggy. yesterday he told me about zoophilia and other nasty and perverted things. HAHA. he calls me cubitch! and i don't mind. my friends are the bombest ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update: justin just sent me an im saying that coke'll cure my hiccoughs. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miggy isn't online aww. em justin and i can't continue our stupid cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zit fest on my face. omfgeez. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magpapakaanorexic bitch na ako. tumaba daw ako at pumanget!&lt;/span&gt; @#%! kled and mai are making me depressed! they're looking at my old gorgeous self. hahahaha. fuck loser &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; conceited. ugh. I'LL BE THE COME BACK KID OF THE YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished editting justoy's featured friends on friendster. hahaha.  yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i shift to medtech i shall be spitting on someone, right moy? [[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298501734960014013-1166008234699076727?l=dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1166008234699076727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298501734960014013&amp;postID=1166008234699076727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/1166008234699076727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298501734960014013/posts/default/1166008234699076727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dellathepunchdrunkkid.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-and-i-collide.html' title='you and i collide'/><author><name>kimdelladuncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11181828132293528640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SS4Zf_Hz2xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QFKNDPzjUKI/S220/Picture0020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvTrGPX1wWY/SNTZhB2F6oI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2W68sYjxSvk/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298501734960014013.post-3823515798640416441</id><published>2008-09-20T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:37:17.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eagerness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seretide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yokohama'/><title type='text'>nobody's hippie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Organs produce music. My lungs are whistling to the tune of &lt;b style=""&gt;Nobody’s Hippie&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i style=""&gt;holy guacamole&lt;/i&gt;. Want to be my hippie? Yes that was a pathetic attempt to even joke about making a pass at all multipliers. Guffaw. I am bad news. Motivate me to stand up and take my medicine. Seretide is my drug. It really is. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The little jumpsuit-clad men that run my brain are on their third coffee break, which translates roughly to cigarrettes and alley romances. Tut Tut little jumpsuit-clad men. &lt;i style=""&gt;Tais-toi! Della, tais-toi!&lt;/i&gt; This obviously shows that I am once again under the influence of the internet’s black magic. I’m trying to learn French, for the nth time. French, Italian, and Japanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; – I am an overeager &lt;i style=""&gt;chienne&lt;/i&gt; that will probably fail miserably. Watch me swim or sink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am wearing a &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;YOKOHAMA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;shirt that came free with the tires we bought there l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t last month. I like it. It’s pretty nice for a freebie. TMI? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The idle mind is the devil’s workshop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cause you're just damage control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for a walking corpse like me - like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--- Portions For Foxes [Rilo Kiley]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Laptop doesn’t have a name yet. He’s jealous of iBob. What’s a good name for him? He’s red and old.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay. &lt;b style=""&gt;Rufus&lt;/b&gt;. 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