<?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-4393849765311383597</id><updated>2011-11-22T20:53:26.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-7542581958368184941</id><published>2009-07-04T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:09:59.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Prickly Ways and Fleeting Days-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Kaunti na lamang at parang Gossip Girl na 'tong sitwasyon. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. My groupmembers in IP stood me up! O_O It's already 5:56 PM [darn it, when I looked at the time, it just changed] and we were supposed to meet at 4. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll edit this later. I got a blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you rather be...&lt;/span&gt; What ever happened to justice? Peace? Equality? Compassion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Infamous&lt;/span&gt; Well. People happened. That's what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;Invisible?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; djiy iq upi str yrtonpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose the latter. 'Cause then... There are less problems. :D Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &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/4393849765311383597-7542581958368184941?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7542581958368184941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=7542581958368184941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/7542581958368184941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/7542581958368184941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/07/blanky.html' title='Of Prickly Ways and Fleeting Days-'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3274282662387647813</id><published>2009-07-04T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:51:52.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAZAM. KAPUT.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have less than two days to do everything for Monday!&lt;br /&gt;I can not believe that was only two weeks of not going to school.&lt;br /&gt;About twelve assignments later, more than 75 hours online. At least. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sleeping. Because my dreams are hysterical, though odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI JANINE. Tapos ko na 'yung Atashinchi. :-bd Tapos naaa. :( Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;SAA-KUN. How are you? :D&lt;br /&gt;ALEX. Hee hee. Let's sing. :-" AHAHA. Kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earthlings, let's dance! 'Da da doo-doo-mmm. Just dance!' 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumalubosdfng - Sabi sa isang buod sa JR website. HAHA. Galit siya e. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3274282662387647813?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3274282662387647813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3274282662387647813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3274282662387647813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3274282662387647813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/07/kazam-kaput.html' title='KAZAM. KAPUT.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8834135134618877419</id><published>2009-07-01T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:40:06.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAHDNEZ.</title><content type='html'>[ ] Chemistry - bacteria questions&lt;br /&gt;[ ] IP proposal&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Algebra - sheets 1, 2, and 3&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Geometry - book assignments and activity sheet&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Filipino - Noli: kabanata 1-20&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Filipino - reporting&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Filipino - LP on Rizal&lt;br /&gt;[ ] English - Beowulf&lt;br /&gt;[ ] CLE - book questions and mural thing&lt;br /&gt;[ ] History - achievements&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Homeroom - schedule&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Health - research&lt;br /&gt;[ ] THE - research&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Envi. Ed. - research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYAN. May hindi ba ako nasama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May pwede bang sumagot sa akin kung alin diyan ang may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;format&lt;/span&gt;na 1.5 spacing? :-?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-8834135134618877419?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8834135134618877419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8834135134618877419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8834135134618877419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8834135134618877419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/07/mahdnez.html' title='MAHDNEZ.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3579384330912669381</id><published>2009-06-30T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:24:55.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua (2007)</title><content type='html'>Last night, when I was supposed to be sleeping, I watched one disturbing movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, there was this 9 year old boy who was, to put it lightly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;demented&lt;/span&gt;. I only tuned in when his parents just had a new baby girl. The boy, Joshua, asked his parents how he was when he was a child and they couldn't answer him directly. He later finds out through a video that he cried every night at almost every hour. Change scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music recital at Joshua's school. The start of his piano piece was pleasant enough - an edited version of Twinkle Twinkle - then he starts adding random and high pitched notes here and there until you couldn't tell it was the happy lullaby. This goes on for a few minutes, the parents in the audience becoming more and more concerned and weirded out. Joshua collapses soon after. [Buti nga. :|]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after he watched the video of himself, his sister suddenly cries much like her older brother. The parents are confused and dismayed because she was such a quiet child at the beginning. Change scene to his school where his father has a parent-teacher conference. Joshua is the usual good student, sitting in the front and center of class, and maybe even to be accelerated one or two years. At the back of the classroom, the father sees the pet cages empty. The teacher explains that they all curiously died the last week - probably from inappropriate food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua's mother is eventually driven into a nervous breakdown and the father, Brad, invites his mother to take care of things at home. One day, after picking up Joshua from school, his grandmother brings him to some-trainstation-like place and he says he wants to be Born Again. Blahblah. He reads the book of Joshua and all that he sees is the destruction that it contains - that of death and stuff. O______O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One disturbing part is when he is sitting on a bench at the park. A homeless man comes up to him and asks him for some money. Joshua says, "I'll give you 5 dollars if I can throw a rock at you." [Like, WTH.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip skip. Grandmother and demented kid at the art museum. Joshua is staring at a mummy and grandmother goes off for a while to go to the washroom. Not long gone, but Joshua is already pushing his little sister outside. On the other hand, Brad sees a disturbing video clip that shows Joshua making his little sister cry. Brad also believes that his precious dog was killed by Joshua as well. So he runs to the museum just in time to see Joshua dangling little sister's crib over the edge. Good thing he was stopped. Grandmother Hazel cries because of what almost happened. Joshua takes her hand. Brad is already pushing his daughter away when he hears a scream. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happened?&lt;/span&gt; Hazel fell down the stairs and is dead. Joshua, after maybe three seconds of just standing (rather TOO indifferently), finally reacts [FAKE :| ] and hurries over. BLEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKIP AGAIN :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad brings a child psychologist over. She goes to Joshua's room and Joshua is drawing a bloody picture - suggesting he was being abused. Of course, Brad becomes defensive because he didn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKIP TO THE LAST PART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad and Joshua are at the park with little baby. Joshua sees a statue where kids are playing. He goes to it. The little girl starts crying and Brad can't find the sucking thing (HAHA) so he demands that Joshua give it to him. Joshua starts to mock his father by repeating everything he says. Finally, out of anger, Brad grabs Joshua. It looks like Joshua is being harrassed and Brad hits him once. The people around them gather and become concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THEN THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua says to his father, with a evil smile, &lt;acronym title="I HATE HIIIM =))"&gt;"Nobody will ever love you." &lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad winds up in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last scene, his mother's brother is at their home, trying to find a good babysitter. He and Joshua sit at the piano. The boy starts singing a song. At the end, the uncle is looking uncomfortable especially as Joshua sings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I only ever really wanted to be with you. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD 'NO?? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang haba rin a. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, noong isang scene may nabasag na baso 'yung nanay kasi biglaang sumulpot si Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I thought you were a ghost. It seems like there's one here.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [Or something like that.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joshua: -backs up as if scared and looks at the broken glass on the floor-&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh, I'm sorry, Joshua. I didn't mean to scare you. -comes closer and steps on a large piece of glass-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aray. Pinakita pa 'yung pagtanggal ng glass galing sa paa niya. :| Tapos walang pakialam 'yung nakakairitang bata. SINASADYA E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yung bata nga pala 'yung pumanggap bilang ang batang Spock sa Star Trek. :D :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUN LANG. Sana naintindihan niyo. =)) At sana walang typo. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3579384330912669381?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3579384330912669381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3579384330912669381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3579384330912669381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3579384330912669381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/06/joshua-2007.html' title='Joshua (2007)'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-1330773611058699992</id><published>2009-06-27T18:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:38:12.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>Wala na akong ibang masabi. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss reading A Series of Unfortunate Events. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When life gives you lemons, squirt them in people's eyes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to freedom of expression? And thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-1330773611058699992?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1330773611058699992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=1330773611058699992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1330773611058699992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1330773611058699992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-could-you-be-so-heartless-by.html' title='Lazy Saturday'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-2304312280143565940</id><published>2009-06-26T19:18:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:55:34.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Psycho.</title><content type='html'>Heinz Steals the Drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Europe, a woman was near death from a special kind of cancer. There was one drug that the doctors thought might save her. It was a form of radium that a druggist in the same town had recently discovered. The drug was expensive to make, but the druggist was charging ten times what the drug cost him to make. He paid $200 for the radium and charged $2,000 for a small dose of the drug. The sick woman's husband, Heinz, went to everyone he knew to borrow the money, but he could only get together about $ 1,000 which is half of what it cost. He told the druggist that his wife was dying and asked him to sell it cheaper or let him pay later. But the druggist said: "No, I discovered the drug and I'm going to make money from it." So Heinz got desperate and broke into the man's store to steal the drug-for his wife. Should the husband have done that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in quarantine is awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Don't ever say that to me. You should be glad that I don't try to pick a fight with you. We both know that in the end, your awful way of manipulating people and their feelings will put you on top. And I bet that'd make you happy. So be it, if you can live with that. Just stop babbling about how you're trying to defend your friends and that I made them angry. You say you're better than me? Fine. You think I'm trying to manipulate my friends? Now &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;that's not fine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     HAYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Is what horses eat. &lt;span style="color: rgb(16, 16, 16);font-size:78%;" &gt;Kung ganyan talaga kayo sa grupo niyo, 'yung tipong nagsasamahan para pagmukhaing sobrang sama at papansin ang isang taong wala namang ginagawa, masaya nga akong hindi na ako imbitado. -bow-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.otterstory.com/"&gt;I am otter!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-2304312280143565940?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2304312280143565940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=2304312280143565940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2304312280143565940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2304312280143565940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-psycho.html' title='Going Psycho.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3636223266678675901</id><published>2009-06-19T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:17:58.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHEEE</title><content type='html'>SQUISH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can shoot you now. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall watch Atashinchi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3636223266678675901?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3636223266678675901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3636223266678675901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3636223266678675901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3636223266678675901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/06/aheee.html' title='AHEEE'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8509362204331260040</id><published>2009-06-17T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:09:39.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CINAP,.dsfssdfhwerrdavcb</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA. Nakakatawa. Wala akong mahanap na litrato ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi 'yun 'yung nakakatawa. Maghintay ka powz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi ang nanay ko, natataranta at naaasar na kasi wala nga kaming mahanap tapos bakit hindi daw ako pumunta sa malapit na mall at nagpalitrato. E, ano ba. Kakagaling ko lang sa eskwelahan, ermats. =)) Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird ako e:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Bilisan mo! Ano ba 'yan, dapat kasi -blahblah-&lt;br /&gt;Ako: O, naiinis ka ba? - no disrespect, ne.-&lt;br /&gt;Ma: -nilagay ang dalawang kamay sa bewang- Ano naman kung naiinis nga ako?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: -pa-sweet- Bakit ka naiinis?&lt;br /&gt;Ma: -napatawa na lang-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry naman kung 'di niyo magets. Natataranta na rin ako e, kasi may Filipino pa, tas isa pang Filipino, tapos 'yung litrato na ako na ang gagawa tapos baka wala pa akong ink. :| UH. AYUN. Nakakatawa lang. Kasi ang epal ko e. Pa-cute. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Hindi ko na tiningnan kung may typo, okay? Okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT EDIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SO ANG IDIOTIC ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala palang CLE bukas. Next week pa pala 'yun. GAAAAAAAAAAAH BLAHBLAHBLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana Filipino na lang ang wala. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ EDIT EDIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-8509362204331260040?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8509362204331260040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8509362204331260040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8509362204331260040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8509362204331260040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/06/cinapdsfssdfhwerrdavcb.html' title='CINAP,.dsfssdfhwerrdavcb'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-1831106797825833954</id><published>2009-06-15T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:34:20.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STAB.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I hate you with a passion.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4393849765311383597-1831106797825833954?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1831106797825833954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=1831106797825833954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1831106797825833954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1831106797825833954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/06/stab.html' title='STAB.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3800434215654367804</id><published>2009-06-08T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:24:06.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O balon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ae,&lt;br /&gt;Salamat ulit sa ginawa mo! :D :D :D Sobrang pinaghirapan mo siguro 'yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice,&lt;br /&gt;Sana minsan sinasabi mo sa akin kung bakit ka napapatahimik. Para hindi ako nag-aalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goob,&lt;br /&gt;Tatakbo ka ba? Baka hindi ka manalo kasi maraming mas "kilala" sa klase mo ngayon. Matalo ka pa. Walang boboto sa 'yo. At ano naman ang sasabihin mo sa talumpati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa ubos iyong isa mong kwaderno, may bago na akong gagamitin. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka-banda,&lt;br /&gt;O, ano na'ng plano natin? Tuloy pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter,&lt;br /&gt;Sana totoo ka. Para matulungan mo naman ako. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eto lang muna ngayon. Pagod na itong manunulat. May pasok bukas. Dapat nga hindi ako gumagamit nito e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3800434215654367804?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3800434215654367804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3800434215654367804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3800434215654367804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3800434215654367804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-balon.html' title='O balon.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-4267720584170664689</id><published>2009-06-04T11:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:43:00.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/Sic99nwHhuI/AAAAAAAAACc/Kmh_YJDJXIo/s320/A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343307611750500066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Kinakabahan ako sa pasukan, lalo na sa pagkaayos ng mga magkakaklase. Naririnig ko sa maraming tao na "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semi-block&lt;/span&gt;" daw ng mga klase noong unang taon, at medyo nasiyahan ako. Pero. Ngayong naisip ko na, mahirap ulit makipagkaibigan. Lahat ng "bago" kong kaibigan ay nasa II-4! Ugggh. Isa na lang ang natira sa dati. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasabi ko na ba rito na may 160 akong litrato ni Maki Horikita? :D /binaril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiirita na ako sa proyekto. Hindi dahil mahirap. Kasi hindi ko pa ginagawa. HA. Apat na araw na lang! Malay ko ba kung kailan 'yun kokolektahin. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, mga dudes. UH. Wala na. 'Yun lang. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: sa LJ natin gawin 'yung listahan. :))&lt;br /&gt;RAISA: Saa-kun! Yo!&lt;br /&gt;KARLA: hello rin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;KON KON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito, tinuturuan si Nobuta (MAKI) kung paano dapat kumilos sa isang date. Kung paano magdeny ng lalaki, ganun. HAHA. Katawa. xD Sana maintindihan niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DCKAlAsHTI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DCKAlAsHTI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-4267720584170664689?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4267720584170664689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=4267720584170664689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4267720584170664689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4267720584170664689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/Sic99nwHhuI/AAAAAAAAACc/Kmh_YJDJXIo/s72-c/A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-4180392886392664633</id><published>2009-05-31T13:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:46:04.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY!!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA. The blonde in the video is from America. The one in the cape is Masao. :)) &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uy9pXvrXIkw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uy9pXvrXIkw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/SiIVC3-PqOI/AAAAAAAAACU/9_5DjMlnoUw/s320/DSC02856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341855247143774434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my glasses. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, K! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///G:/DCIM/101MSDCF/DSC02856.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-4180392886392664633?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4180392886392664633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=4180392886392664633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4180392886392664633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4180392886392664633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey.html' title='HEY!!'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/SiIVC3-PqOI/AAAAAAAAACU/9_5DjMlnoUw/s72-c/DSC02856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8328257012306120844</id><published>2009-05-30T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:14:08.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haki and Maki. :&gt;</title><content type='html'>I need a song that an 'acoustic' band can play. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours!!! B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUM. MAKI. I LOVE YOU. =)) Okay. 'Yun lang. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palpak ako sa DAS. Sorry na. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-8328257012306120844?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8328257012306120844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8328257012306120844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8328257012306120844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8328257012306120844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/haki-and-maki.html' title='Haki and Maki. :&gt;'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-2492562550426702201</id><published>2009-05-25T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:26:09.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 24 - Pangalawa</title><content type='html'>HAHA. Pati ang tatay ko, nakikisama na sa American Idol - pero huli na siya! Ang huling araw ng pagkanta nila ang napanood niya. Akala mo naman expert na siya doon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtalo kami a. Nainis na ako at nagsabi nang "OKAY" bago pa siya makapagsabi ng kahit ano. -sapak- Sabi ko pa, "Talk to the hand." Galing kong anak e. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagdebate kami. (Linilinaw ko na, ngayon pa lang: kay &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt; ang suporta ko. Nge. Parang hindi niyo mahahalata sa mga sasabihin ko e. Ewan ko. Basahin niyo na lang kaya?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Madali lang daw makakalimutan si &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt;. Pagkatapos ng anim na buwan, hindi na siya kilala ng mga tao. [Sabi ko, "Sige ba, mag&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bet&lt;/span&gt; tayo!"]&lt;br /&gt;- Sa CD, mas marami raw ang bibili kay &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Sa tanghalan, mas marami kay &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KA&lt;/span&gt;. (Syempre, kasi gwapo. - Ako'ng nagsabi nito. Nakakatakot naman kung ang tatay ko.)&lt;br /&gt;- Nagkumento pa siya tungkol sa paraan ng pagkanta ni &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KA&lt;/span&gt;! 'Yung tinataas niya 'yung mukha niya at tinitingala ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jaw&lt;/span&gt;. (Taglish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;?) [Tumutol naman ako na, "Mas gusto mo bang makita ang dila n'ong isa?"]&lt;br /&gt;- Isa sa tatlong kanta lang daw ang 'napalanunan' ni &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KA &lt;/span&gt;sa finale. [Sabi pa niyang siya si Simon Cowell. - Ay?]&lt;br /&gt;- 'Di ako sumang-ayon! Mali ba ako kapag sinabi kong hindi lahat ng kanta bagay sa lahat ng artista? Isipin mo nga naman. Mataas ang kaiyak-iyak na kantang sinulat ni DioGuardi - e 'yun ang kalakasan ni &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AL&lt;/span&gt;. Syempre iisipin na sobrang galing na niya doon. (Hindi ko na lang babanggitin na wala siya sa tono sa ilang bahagi. Este-)&lt;br /&gt;- "Bakla" daw si &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AL &lt;/span&gt;kaya hindi siya nanalo. WEH. Hindi rin, 'Tay.&lt;br /&gt;- Huli, hindi raw marketable si &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KA&lt;/span&gt;. Kayo ba, hindi naeenganyo sa musikang pinaparating sa atin ng nanalo ng Amerikanong Idolo? (O Idolong Amerikano ba? Basta iyon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti pa ang nanay ko, kumampi sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Kuya, nakisama na rin sa ama niya. Epal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;** Kung hindi niyo napansin, naaliw ako nang sobrang sobra sa usapang ito. Hindi ko minamaliit ang pamilya ko - ang pag-iisip lang nila tungkol sa paksang ito (AHA JOKE) - at may respeto pa rin ako sa kanila. Yata. Biro ulit. Biro. :))**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagmamahal,&lt;br /&gt;Charot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-2492562550426702201?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2492562550426702201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=2492562550426702201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2492562550426702201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2492562550426702201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-24-pangalawa.html' title='May 24 - Pangalawa'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-1427403187799911077</id><published>2009-05-25T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:21:55.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 24</title><content type='html'>Sa paparating na taon, magsasakripisyo ako para makuha ulit o madagdagan ang tiwala niyo sa akin. May dalawa o tatlo o apat akong napaiyak sa inyo. Titiyakin kong ako naman ang magpapatahan sa inyo. Ang makikinig sa problema niyo. Ang maiiyakan niyo. Sana bigyan niyo ako ng pagkakataon para magawa iyon para sa inyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang, isa kong pangarap ang makapagbigay lang ng konting comfort sa umiiyak. Doon lang naman yata magagamit ang talento ko - ang walang masyadong imikin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iyon lang ho. Paalam. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Ano ba 'tong pinagsasabi ko. :))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 days na sa amin ang aso pero takot pa rin ako sa kanya. Hindi kami nagkakasundo e. Makita lang ako, tatakbuhan na. Maliiit siya, pero wag niyo naman akong tawanan. 'Di bale, basta't hindi niyo ako makitang tumatakbo o sumisigaw papalayo sa hayop na katulad nito okay lang. (Bakit kasi hindi na lang pusa?? Ang mga iyon, hindi nakikialam.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong tumakbo. Sana may field sa likuran ng bahay namin. O kaya isang subdibisyon na walang asong o lalaking nakakatakot na gumagala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa ang pahinang 117 ng Dekada. xD Sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di na ako sanay na walang suot na salamin. =)) Jokjokjok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka. Seseryoso lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakaiba 'yung salamin ko. Iba siya e. Natatandaan niyo ba 'yung sinuot ko para sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plaid Christmas party&lt;/span&gt;? Parang ganun, pero mas maliit. Kahit sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grocery&lt;/span&gt;, nahiya akong suotin e. At hindi ko na ulit makikita ang mga tao doon ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-1427403187799911077?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1427403187799911077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=1427403187799911077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1427403187799911077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1427403187799911077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-24.html' title='May 24'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3096527485902752772</id><published>2009-05-24T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:44:43.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-E-D-I-O-U-S</title><content type='html'>Wow. Spelling bees are quite fascinating. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one contestant, a 13-year old girl named Tia Thomson. She read an extremely thick dictionary &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seven&lt;/span&gt; times. She must have a lot of time on her hands. And patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried doing that - with the small Webster's given by the school. I only got to the letter A. xD&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sorry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;numnah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;oxylophytic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sinicize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hyphaeresis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;kulturkampf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;introuvable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;esclandre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;prosopopoeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hemorrhage anyone? [Ha, I spelled that without checking the dictionary. xD -shot]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3096527485902752772?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3096527485902752772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3096527485902752772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3096527485902752772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3096527485902752772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-e-d-i-o-u-s.html' title='T-E-D-I-O-U-S'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3098696591865606665</id><published>2009-05-22T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:03:11.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://charlottelaws.typepad.com/the_official_charlotte_la/2009/05/adam-lambert-dont-worry-elvis-would-have-lost-american-idol-too.html"&gt;What the heck.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's disappointing to see that Allen is being put down as if he doesn't have ANY talent at all. That Lambert dude may be great with the theatrics and high notes, but (especially for me) his singing got too repetitive and rock and roll. I do not like rock and roll. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Gods of Writing, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH. I forgot what I was supposed to write here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thinks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hoping this would be important but.. -shrug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/ShYjvnppL8I/AAAAAAAAACM/R7qIFOWvFa4/s320/MWaaahaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338493709298773954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3098696591865606665?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3098696591865606665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3098696591865606665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3098696591865606665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3098696591865606665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/bye.html' title='Bye.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/ShYjvnppL8I/AAAAAAAAACM/R7qIFOWvFa4/s72-c/MWaaahaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-1055103751764680374</id><published>2009-05-19T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:58:08.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guacamole Noise.</title><content type='html'>Unhappy endings fancy me as much as I dislike them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ nod hum sob /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, JANINE. :-h Special mention. :)) Na saan na ang directory mo? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saa - :( :) :| :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taaaake this siiiiinking boat&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand poiiiiint iiit home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;EDIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://luinahtzi.deviantart.com/art/happy-birthdaaaaaay-to-youuuuu-123017425"&gt;I love you, Lui. :))&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;/EDIT.&lt;/span&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/4393849765311383597-1055103751764680374?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1055103751764680374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=1055103751764680374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1055103751764680374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1055103751764680374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/guacamole-noise.html' title='Guacamole Noise.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-5367296606625885775</id><published>2009-05-18T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:14:36.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whata.</title><content type='html'>1. I dislike make up and cameras and posing and people watching you while you undergo such treatment and yeah it's like a disaster especially for me. :| [Purple, silver, and black are nice colors, though.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have accomplished something!! Little Women. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I see you lookin' at me. /:) Whut. xD - ignore -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Continuing number 2 - I have no idea when and how I am going to start with the report. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. fdsafsHELLOldsjkfl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE RECORD, I STARTED PLAYING &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HARMONICA &lt;/span&gt;ON MAY 17. PLEASE DON'T TELL ME YOU KNOW A LOT OF PEOPLE WHO PLAY IT BECAUSE I SHALL BE CRUSHED. THAT IS ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/don't copy my brother - he liked the sound of MY harmonica and is planning on buying his own and that isn't very nice/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-5367296606625885775?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5367296606625885775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=5367296606625885775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/5367296606625885775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/5367296606625885775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/whata.html' title='Whata.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-5505734174223967104</id><published>2009-05-17T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:17:26.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's pretend.&lt;/span&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/4393849765311383597-5505734174223967104?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5505734174223967104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=5505734174223967104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/5505734174223967104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/5505734174223967104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-pretend.html' title='What in the world -'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-4855947427302391381</id><published>2009-05-15T12:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:42:15.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall, meet face.</title><content type='html'>Lydia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Now that enough time has passed for me to dwell upon the matter, I am glad of the decision - referring to ours, of course. It shall do both of us good. We can find new friends (alas, you have already started on that!) and have less temperamental moments. The way you cared for me is obviously not at par with how I cared for you, but I shall get over it. I like to think I already am. Let us both be happy and regard our time with smiles, however fleeting. Saying one final farewell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Timothy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;[Spare me your glances of pity, my dear.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting how the placement of one word can change the meaning of a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I only love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pwede kayang maging totoo ang liham sa itaas? Hm. O halatang gawa ko lang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-4855947427302391381?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4855947427302391381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=4855947427302391381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4855947427302391381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4855947427302391381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/give-me-back-my-ring.html' title='Wall, meet face.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-6863114660930462184</id><published>2009-05-14T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:43:53.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Cheers for Seers.</title><content type='html'>O jsyr upi brtu ,ivj. Vtpef/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a sentence. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye and good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-6863114660930462184?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6863114660930462184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=6863114660930462184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6863114660930462184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6863114660930462184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-cheers-for-seers.html' title='Three Cheers for Seers.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3903762198818603793</id><published>2009-05-10T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:32:18.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychological Nonsense.</title><content type='html'>I ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[You can not see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, therefore you have no certain surety of its implication.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photofunia.com/"&gt;CHECK IT OUT. xD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3903762198818603793?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3903762198818603793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3903762198818603793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3903762198818603793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3903762198818603793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/psychological-nonsense.html' title='Psychological Nonsense.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-6813696847328430684</id><published>2009-05-10T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:18:18.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothership!</title><content type='html'>HORRID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERILIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUFFOCATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how words can describe your very sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bow-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-6813696847328430684?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6813696847328430684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=6813696847328430684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6813696847328430684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6813696847328430684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothership.html' title='Mothership!'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-6904312492856617320</id><published>2009-05-09T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:37:27.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WASSUPPP.</title><content type='html'>Maglagay naman tayo ng kaunting drama rito. Baka hinihintay niyo na. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILALA BA KITA? Hindi yata e. Lahat na lang biro sa'yo. Lahat na lang parang inaangkin mo para sa sarili mo. Masyado kang mayabang. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Kung sa tingin mo ikaw 'to, 'wag ka na lang magkumento tungkol dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUH. Dapat talaga hindi na ako sumama sa FSD. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na lang seseryosohin ang madaming beses mong pagsabi na "EMO" ako. Pwede akong mainis sa'yo at sa sinasabi mo, pero hindi ko papabayaang mangyari 'yun. Kung sinasabi mong EMO ako dahil "emosyonal" ako - tatanungin ko sa'yo... "Okay ka lang? Wala nga akong ekspresyon sa mukha e." Kung "emo" dahil tahimik ako at tinatakpan ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bangs &lt;/span&gt;ko ang bahagi ng mukha ko, e di sige. Ikaw naman ang bahala kung ano ang tatawagin mo sa akin e. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit nang magpasukaaaan! Ang tanda ko na. O_O AHA. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Double meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sipag ko kahapon - nagbasa ako ng sampung kabanata ng Little Women. Kaso nga lang, ngayong araw naka-dalawa lang ako. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HELLO: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX&lt;br /&gt;RAISA&lt;br /&gt;KAMILLE&lt;br /&gt;KARLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-6904312492856617320?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6904312492856617320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=6904312492856617320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6904312492856617320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6904312492856617320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/wassuppp.html' title='WASSUPPP.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-1103965161642033798</id><published>2009-05-05T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:44:17.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I, chopped jalapeños?</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you: even as you read your life from a small notebook, everything gets easily repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of the two year olds with an IQ of 150+? &lt;a href="http://www.parentdish.com/2009/05/01/2-year-old-child-genius-has-iq-of-156/?ncid=AOLDSN00280000000033"&gt;They&lt;/a&gt; are &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;amp;postID=1103965161642033798"&gt;awesome&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liek &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_HXUhShhmY"&gt;whoa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwMj3PJDxuo"&gt;STOP!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-1103965161642033798?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1103965161642033798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=1103965161642033798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1103965161642033798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1103965161642033798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-am-i-chopped-halapenos.html' title='What am I, chopped jalapeños?'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-98244011409873942</id><published>2009-05-02T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:47:06.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOY, Buloy.</title><content type='html'>HOY, Manok. [Kung sino ka man.] Hindi kita pinaasa. Wala akong alam sa mga pinagsasabi mo noong sinabi mong "kanta" ko 'yun. At ang saya namang malaman na "sakit" lang ang nabigay ko sa 'yo sa pitong buwan na magkaibigan tayo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOY, Asawa. Wala lang. Gusto na kitang makita at makausap. [Yee, kiligin na tayo. xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOY, Two. [Lahat na lang may palayaw.] Kamusta ka na? Malamig pa kung nasaan ka man? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOY, lfdksajflksjadlfkj.lape. Joke. Bahala ka kung hindi mo ako kakausapin. Mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOY, Kayong Lahat. May ginagawa ba kayong listahan ng mga taong ayaw niyong maging kaklase sa susunod na taon? Kahit sa ulo lang? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\backslash\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paumanhin, mga kakilala. Hanggang dito lang ang 'katapangan' ko. Nagpaparinig lang. Sa iba. 'Yung iba, halatang sila naman ang tinutukoy ko e. Ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-98244011409873942?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/98244011409873942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=98244011409873942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/98244011409873942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/98244011409873942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoy-buloy.html' title='HOY, Buloy.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-7672675035765920468</id><published>2009-04-30T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:36:49.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umuulan sa labas.</title><content type='html'>Magandang gabi, mga kapatid. -shot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please allow me to disclose how my day went. I wish to brag that, for the first time in my life, I rode a public utility vehicle (if they are still called such) for a greater distance. From my house to V.V. For such a trip, one needs to transfer vehicles three times. And so. I bow. -bows-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took a tricycle from our village to the place outside our village. (Hahaha.) I asked the driver how much the fare was and he answered in a language I was not completely fluent in (Filipino). I hope the money I gave was sufficient - he did not have a fit, so I think it was all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stepped out, the rain became apparent. As I was walking, I tried to open the umbrella that I borrowed. It would not completely open. And so I walked for a few minutes without an umbrella to protect my head. (A head that is filled with more snot than usual [yuck xD]; good thing I took some medicine or my head would have been throbbing by this time.) There were already jeepneys waiting for passengers by the covered area. There was one going to my destination but I didn't go in because I would look stupid. I was staring at it for probably ten seconds and going in would just look idiotic. So, I waited. About five jeepneys later, I went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver couldn't hear me when I said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bayad po&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so my hand was just there, by his shoulder until he finally saw that I was giving him money. Blahblahblah. I went out as well to take another one. All was going well, eventhough I wasn't completely sure when I was to hop off for the village where my dance class was. I then saw a familiar structure and pulled at the cord to signal the driver to stop. When I got off, it was the correct village - but the wrong gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, there are two gates..&lt;br /&gt;Gate 2 was where I was dropped off. You had to walk for maybe three minutes to get to the building. I did not mean to go here.&lt;br /&gt;Gate 1 was where I was supposed to hop off. You could get to the building in less than two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to take note of markers and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The person I was with did not talk to me at first - then again, deep down I wished she wouldn't :)) It was like we were two complete strangers who just happened to sit by each other in dance class. Yeah. We practiced and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How horrible timing - familiar schoolmates were present in the room to see me attempt to perform a dance that did not suit me at all. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heto ang malanding sayaw na binabanggit ko sa ilan sa inyo - sana pwede na lang magsuot ng maskara [hindi 'yung make up ha!!]&lt;/span&gt;* At the end of the practice, they sort of made fun of me but I can't be so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. /end of official lesson (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, my other companions did not leave yet - in fact, almost all of them came back to the room instead of going on their way home. I do not know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us call the dude I was with .. Manok. =)) Manok invited me to go outside to walk around. She was the one who asked and she didn't even know where we were going. :)) With the pointless act over with, we climbed back up dlajkfslakjfda;lkj;flakl. What else happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was trying to pry my cellphone from my hands. I had nothing to hide because she wasn't even in it but she kept going on at it. It was somewhat funny, now that I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This is so refreshing. I haven't written anything this elaborate in a long time. You must have noticed.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-skips-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Manok and her friend {my friend too} were going to the gym after that. I was supposed to go ahead because it was getting late but Manok stopped me by the bag and dragged me like some prisoner. I had to wait for them for ten minutes until who knows what happened. O_____O BLAHBLAHBLAH EWAN KO NA. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;BASTA IYON. Masaya ako na nakapag-commute na ako mag-isa. May na-turn off daw kasi na hindi ako mag-isa e. Epal. :)) Ano'ng karapatan mong flasdkjfdlsa =)) JOKE. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;FO pa rin. =)) HEHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sana hindi kayo nakatulog! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Alam niyo ba, 10 ako natulog kagabi at 9 na nagising ngayon pero inaantok pa rin ako. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;edit&gt;&lt;/edit&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ganito kasi 'yun. Hindi ako nagpaalam na magcocommute ako ngayong araw. :)) Nagpaalam na ako dati pa, pero kung pwede lang. Dumating ang nanay ko ngayong gabi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ako: Ma, may kasalanan ako sa'yo! -nakangiti at nakataas ang dalawang kamay- [HAHA]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ma: O, ano 'yun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ako: Nagcommute ako! -points jokingly- Mag-isa! -tawa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ma: Ano? Okay ka lang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ako: Oo naman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ma: Papagalitan ko si Ate Jai mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ako: Ma naman! -tawa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ma: -umalis-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ako: -pasigaw- 'Wag ha, Ma! 'Waaag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/span&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/4393849765311383597-7672675035765920468?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7672675035765920468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=7672675035765920468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/7672675035765920468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/7672675035765920468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/04/umuulan-sa-labas.html' title='Umuulan sa labas.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-6351655759360178407</id><published>2009-04-30T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:41:58.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"HAKIM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayokong nakakatanggap ng ganyang text. Kailangan ko pang sagutin ng "Ano?" tapos sayang lang din sa piso. :)) Sana sabihin na lang, 'di ba? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Ang sakit ng ulo ko. At paa. At mata. At ilong. At lalamunan. Lahat na. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umuulan! Wala lang. Sinasabi ko lang. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong magawa. Gusto ko mang magsabi ng may kwenta rito.. wala akong maisip e. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masayang makinig sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;classical music&lt;/span&gt; kahit na ubo ka nang ubo habang pinapakinggan ito. GUH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paalam. Bigyan niyo ako ng pwedeng pag-usapan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-6351655759360178407?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6351655759360178407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=6351655759360178407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6351655759360178407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6351655759360178407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/04/hakim-ayokong-nakakatanggap-ng-ganyang.html' title=''/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8794861192137395350</id><published>2009-04-26T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:24:20.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeeeds.</title><content type='html'>Heto na naman ako. :D Okay lang 'yan. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kakalaro ko lang ng una kong RPG [akala ko RPG ang Ragnarok O_O] kanina! Kahit na halos buong dalawang oras tumutulong ang kuya ko, okay lang 'yan. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;2. May binili akong tatlong babasahin kahapon! Mag-isa lang akong bumili. :)) Pagbigyan na ho, masaya na ako roon e. xD&lt;br /&gt;3. Ang labo mo. Guuuuh.&lt;br /&gt;4. lkfjladjklafjlsa;dlkj;oeiuroiar&lt;br /&gt;5. Ang haba na ng hurr ko. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunyari may makabuluhang nakalagay dito. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers at the University of Chicago have reported that sleep deprivation upsets our hormone balance, triggering both a decrease in leptin (which helps you feel full) and an increase of ghrelin (which triggers hunger). As a result, we think that we're hungry even though we aren't - and so we eat. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-8794861192137395350?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8794861192137395350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8794861192137395350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8794861192137395350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8794861192137395350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/04/deeeeds.html' title='Deeeeds.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-1678818800914811691</id><published>2009-04-25T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:36:08.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala. Ewan ko na.</title><content type='html'>1. Uh. Hi. Ganun na pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una, hindi ko kasalanan na ganun ang sitwasyon. Hindi ako ang nagpakana noon. 'Wag mong ibahala, mag-iisa na rin ako. Malapit na. Napilitan ako sa'yo e. Ayaw ko namang mailang ka na may kasama ako. Pero kailangan ko siyang kasama e. Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa, sino ba ang nagsabing kausapin mo ako? Ha ha. Kakaiba ka rin a. Halos araw-araw, nagtetext ka o tumatawag. [Hindi ako umaangal. Masaya rin naman..] Malay mo lang, tahimik talaga ako. Hindi mo ba naisip 'yun? Malay mo rin, kahit matagal na tayo magkakilala hindi pa rin ako kasing daldal mo. Guhh. Hindi kita kakausapin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doon&lt;/span&gt;. 'Wag mo na sayangin ang pera mo sa akin kasi may iba namang mas kawili-wiling kaibigan diyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakikinig naman ako, 'di ba? Ano ang mas magandang kaibigan, ang nakikinig sa 'yo o ang dakdak nang dakdak tungkol sa sarili na parang siya ang iniikutan ng mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAWAWALA RIN YAN, SINASABI KO SA'YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mas madaling magkagusto sa isang tao na hindi ka rin gusto. [Sinasabi ko rito ay iyong crush.]&lt;br /&gt;Nagkakaroon ng problema kapag gusto ka rin e. May nakakainis na limitasyon sa pagkakaibigan niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gusto ko na kayong makita. Palagay ko, sa unang araw ng balik sa paaralan, wala na akong masasabi sa inyo. Hindi na ako gaanong nagsasalita e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA. Ang drama rin ha. Paalam. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-1678818800914811691?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1678818800914811691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=1678818800914811691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1678818800914811691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1678818800914811691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/04/wala-ewan-ko-na.html' title='Wala. Ewan ko na.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8768347288120884012</id><published>2009-04-22T12:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:56:26.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sagot.</title><content type='html'>Bakit umuulan ngayong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit masaya ako na umuulan ngayong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; kahit na mahihirapan akong pumunta sa pupuntahan ko?&lt;br /&gt;Saan nga ba ako pupunta?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ang labo ng tanong na iyon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bakit mo ba sinabi 'yun? Nalito lang tuloy ako.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi ko matigil ang pag-iisip na may hinihintay kang sagot sa sinabi mo?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba kita tinatanong?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba kita tinatanong kung bakit kita tinatanong?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ang ewan nitong paskil na ito?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ang tamad ko?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit isa pa lang ang nababasa kong libro habang may sampu pang naghihintay sa lamesa ko?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit laging ikaw lang ang kausap ko?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi kita pinapansin?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi mo ako pinapansin?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ang dami kong tanong?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ang dami kong tinatanong na tao?&lt;br /&gt;Sa tingin mo ba may sasagot sa mga tanong na 'to?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ganito?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ganyan?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi ganito?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi ganyan?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ang daming salita na ginagawa na hindi naman talaga dapat ginagamit?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ang galing mong sumayaw?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ako kinakabahan kapag kinakausap mo ako?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi ako kinakabahan kapag kinakausap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niya &lt;/span&gt;ako?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang kailan ako magtatanong?&lt;br /&gt;May makakapagbigay ba ng kasagutan?&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo bang nanonood ako ng pelikula tungkol sa pagkalimot?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang kailan ako magtatanong?&lt;br /&gt;Natanong ko na ba 'yun?&lt;br /&gt;Sa tingin ko hindi mo babasahin ang lahat ng tanong ko.&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi iyon tanong?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit parang may hindi dapat kasama sa listahang ito?&lt;br /&gt;Ano?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Paano?&lt;br /&gt;Sino?&lt;br /&gt;Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang galing kong magguni-guni, ano?&lt;br /&gt;Parang baliw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/Se6_fzTyIoI/AAAAAAAAACE/Nl6ADGUG5Ug/s1600-h/Earthday%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/Se6_fzTyIoI/AAAAAAAAACE/Nl6ADGUG5Ug/s320/Earthday%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327405962295911042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-8768347288120884012?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8768347288120884012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8768347288120884012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8768347288120884012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8768347288120884012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/04/sagot.html' title='Sagot.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/Se6_fzTyIoI/AAAAAAAAACE/Nl6ADGUG5Ug/s72-c/Earthday%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-5588517095946349904</id><published>2009-04-20T18:31:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:43:14.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you dead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Once again, I say hello. How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Seeing as you are probably human (or some ingenius animal), I hope to hear from you. There is the haloscan link above and the tagboard to the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Movies move around the topic of the future. What I mean is college. Or, going further, jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;There are hundreds of jobs out there. I can not perceive one that will not directly or indirectly cause others misfortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(165, 165, 165);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Truck or bus driver&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Watch out, kids. I might run over you anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Surgeon or doctor.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Cut a nerve or muscle and that's a disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Plus a court order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Teacher. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Oh! You didn't get into a college because I taught the wrong things? Too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Plumber. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Poop. Quite literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Architect. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Want your house to crumble like some hard cookie? Call me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;What an enthusiastic brain you have, Lee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from Ripley's Believe It Or Not that there was a man who was proud to have eaten more than 900 human beings. He used a eerie fork to twist the flesh and nerves and muscles from the bones of his poor victims. Let us shiver altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to those who hoped this rotten thing wouldn't rise from the dead. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of rising from the dead..&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. I forgot that train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guitar can no longer be accompanied by its capo. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like my humor is running dry. (Does that even make sense?)&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/4393849765311383597-5588517095946349904?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5588517095946349904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=5588517095946349904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/5588517095946349904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/5588517095946349904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/04/once-again-i-say-hello.html' title='Are you dead?'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-2584414199185082753</id><published>2009-04-15T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:17:13.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oha.</title><content type='html'>Malaki akong kahihiyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi na nga ba hindi ako marunong sumayaw e. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana araw-araw malamig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-2584414199185082753?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2584414199185082753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=2584414199185082753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2584414199185082753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2584414199185082753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/04/oha.html' title='Oha.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-6917568217614693852</id><published>2009-04-14T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:40:48.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety attack, anyone?</title><content type='html'>UHHHHHHH.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;KINAKABAHAN AKO, MGA CHONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yun lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-6917568217614693852?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6917568217614693852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=6917568217614693852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6917568217614693852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6917568217614693852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/04/anxiety-attack-anyone.html' title='Anxiety attack, anyone?'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8604214309958083731</id><published>2009-04-07T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:34:09.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unfortunate Comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;Still awaiting topics wakeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies numerous tasks which I must accomplish during this downtime season. Be aware - confessions are inevitably hinted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be available to everyone in yahoo!messenger lists. &lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;Even to --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meet at least five people from the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;- Stay in contact with KM, RE, KR, RM, GJ, and AR.&lt;br /&gt;- Write a short and long story. &lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;This sounds harder than it looks [ay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ano raw&lt;/span&gt;?].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never compare myself or my work to others'. &lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go out with different friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep at ten!&lt;br /&gt;- Accomplish my lists.&lt;br /&gt;- Read at least three &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adult&lt;/span&gt; books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare me to do something this summer! &lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sinisterknots.blogspot.com"&gt;Not here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-8604214309958083731?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8604214309958083731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8604214309958083731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8604214309958083731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8604214309958083731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/04/unfortunate-comeback.html' title='The Unfortunate Comeback'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-1875940137183384852</id><published>2009-03-27T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:58:04.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hum.</title><content type='html'>Hello, good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;I typed "guarantee" in a search box thing. It said.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Did you mean guarantee?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;What's the difference? O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sinisterknots.blogspot.com/"&gt;?&lt;/a&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/4393849765311383597-1875940137183384852?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1875940137183384852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=1875940137183384852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1875940137183384852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1875940137183384852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/hum.html' title='Hum.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-1747969575648372954</id><published>2009-03-26T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:16:25.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoop dee doo</title><content type='html'>I am wearing rubber bands in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;Expecting this, now were you? :-? How.. sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha. Dreams are funny. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Productivity level = -49523098&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot finish a book for the life of me. I get so distracted and.. Oh look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;It doesn't look like it seems. Don't think of it that way. Because you have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just diminished a million of your brain cells as you read that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-1747969575648372954?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1747969575648372954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=1747969575648372954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1747969575648372954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1747969575648372954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoop-dee-doo.html' title='Whoop dee doo'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-2002492080186905039</id><published>2009-03-25T18:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:44:24.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;To dream is to escape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might ponder why I always alter the contents in this area with such celerity. This may be for the lack of anything productive. How awful it must seem, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times I have an inclination to just disregard all my friends. Life, which includes them, gets bothersome and repetitive. Yet I would never forgive myself if I went through with that thought of solitude and neglect. &lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;What the heck am I babbling on about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves I have no imagination and thought whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this amazing dream. It gave me ideas for a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;But..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the magic. I don't know how to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a new strategy? I ask for your topics and suggestions. I write solely about those. Not about my personal stuff. &lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;At the same time, without you knowing it, I will write in another "secret" location. Hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123456789&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;Do I miss you? Somewhat &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;I swear, by the time this period of drought is finished, I do not know how to talk anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;You should know that I easily get envious. Especially if you go on and on about a certain person that I don't even like in the second place. -dlkjalk- Obviously I won't tell you. That's too idiotic for me to do - putting my heart on my sleeve. Don't let me act this way. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-2002492080186905039?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2002492080186905039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=2002492080186905039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2002492080186905039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2002492080186905039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/by-bye.html' title='By the bye'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-2463976731148050649</id><published>2009-03-24T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:06:15.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahehehe.</title><content type='html'>Gusto kong magwaltz. &lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;Kasama ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na akong ginagawa sa mga araw na ito. Galing ko e. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalilito ako. :D Pero masaya na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;EDIT BELOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Este, MAY PAGBABAGO SA IBABA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Maaari niyo ba akong bigyan ng posibleng paksa ng kwento? Wala kasing maisip itong walang kwentang manunulat e. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1:  Umalis ka na sa field. Please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2: Sorry, na-stuck ako e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1: Kawawa ka naman. :(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2: Parang mighty bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1: :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2: Mighty Bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Kapatid ni James.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4393849765311383597-2463976731148050649?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2463976731148050649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=2463976731148050649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2463976731148050649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2463976731148050649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahehehe.html' title='Ahehehe.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8105089036546537324</id><published>2009-03-23T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:24:30.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vapid-schmapid.</title><content type='html'>That is.. odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, person. Maybe I've been so naive and selfish, but I have forgotten. &lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;Who are you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write a story. &lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;But maybe not for you. Especially not for you. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a lot. I am the failure of darts. &lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;Yes, that is correct grammer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye. Thank you for always being there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;Even if I never want you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not emo. Not emo. &lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 218, 212);"&gt;Nothing is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-8105089036546537324?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8105089036546537324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8105089036546537324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8105089036546537324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8105089036546537324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/that-is.html' title='Vapid-schmapid.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8725757928796155772</id><published>2009-03-21T15:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:10:30.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>115th</title><content type='html'>Isang himala ang naganap. Nakakapagtugtog na ako. Kahit konti. Pasensiya. Ang pinaka-importanteng bahagi ng pagtugtog ng piano ay hindi ko natutunan. Malay nga ba ng guro ko na hindi kami makakahanap ng libro para turuan akong magsabay ng kamay. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana may mahika ako. Para lahat ng kalungkutan ng mga tao sa paligid ko mawala. Kahit ako na lang ang mayroong pagdadalamhati, pwede pa. Mauna na kayong lahat para kapag kontento na kayo, ako naman. &lt;span style="color: dfdad4;"&gt;Masakit, alam mo 'yun? Buti manhid ako; kung hindi, ewan ko na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kul ko talaga, mga chong. Kakapanood ko lamang ng palabas na High School Musical 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano nga ba ang maaaring gawin ngayong walang pasukan? (Kahapon, ang unang araw ng kalayaan, marami ang nagsabi na wala silang magawa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bored&lt;/span&gt;.) Nakapanood na ako ng tatlong sine. Nakatugtog ng dalawang piyesa. Wala pang nasulat ng kwento. Ano ang punto ko? Wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakaiba. Sa simula ng taon na mayroong pasok, lagi tayong nagrereklamo na ayaw na nating magtrabaho at nakakapagod gumising nang sobrang aga. Tapos ngayon, kung kailan ang dami nating oras sa harap natin, wala tayong magawa. Banda tanghali na gigising. Nakatunganga sa harapan ng kompyuter o telebisyon. Text nang text. Pagdating ng Hunyo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaboom&lt;/span&gt;. Hindi na magising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano'ng problema mo? &lt;span style="color: dfdad4;"&gt;Ako marami. Baka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-8725757928796155772?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8725757928796155772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8725757928796155772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8725757928796155772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8725757928796155772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/115th.html' title='115th'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8784030348115865359</id><published>2009-03-20T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:35:00.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>'WAG KASI KAYONG MAGPARINIG. KUNG MAY SASABIHIN KAYO, SABIHIN NIYO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee. (Sa Filipino.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-8784030348115865359?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8784030348115865359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8784030348115865359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8784030348115865359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8784030348115865359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-4051806666587286591</id><published>2009-03-20T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:15:06.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOMNOMNOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-4051806666587286591?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4051806666587286591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=4051806666587286591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4051806666587286591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4051806666587286591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/nomnomnom.html' title=''/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3946991719713824982</id><published>2009-03-20T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:42:40.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sobra ang saya ko kahapon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ngayon, ewan ko lang. &gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3946991719713824982?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3946991719713824982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3946991719713824982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3946991719713824982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3946991719713824982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/sobra-ang-saya-ko-kahapon.html' title=''/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-4088004821011278431</id><published>2009-03-17T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:57:01.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huling dalawang araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Makita pa kaya kita? Siguradong magbabago kung hindi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong maging masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kaso baka isipin na nagkukunyari lang akong ganito. Medyo. Kailangan minsan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana konti lang ang dumating na problema. Este, sana wala nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Awkward pa rin. Sorry. At 'wag mo naman akong itulak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Masaya ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Ipaalala niyo sa akin na gumawa ng listahan ng buod ng buong taon. &lt;/span&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/4393849765311383597-4088004821011278431?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4088004821011278431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=4088004821011278431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4088004821011278431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4088004821011278431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/huling-dalawang-araw.html' title=''/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-2283255316600651834</id><published>2009-03-13T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:50:03.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>109 na pala.</title><content type='html'>Marami akong natutunan &lt;s&gt;ngayong araw.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Huwag na huwag mong iiwanan ang iyong mga daliri sa lugar na pwedeng maipit. Masakit kung biglang isara ang pintuan ng isang kotse at nandoon pa ang walang kasalanang bahagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Maaaring maging masaya kahit na hindi ikaw ang binibigyang-pansin. Kadalasan ay may mas nakakatawa nga sa iyo. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kailangan nga talaga ng pagpapakumbaba, aber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ang lupit naman. Kitang-kita na kayong gumagawa ng kababalaghan, tuloy pa rin kayo. Ano ba'ng gusto niyo sa akin? [Kakaiba pakinggan kapag sa wikang ito sinulat. Dapat kasi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What do you want from me?"&lt;/span&gt;] Napaisip tuloy ako kung ano ang kailangang gawin para malutasan ang sitwasyong ito. Hindi ko naman ninanais na ituloy niyo ang mga gawaing iyan. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ngayon pa lang, napapailing na ako para sa susunod ninyong biktima e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Emo"&lt;/span&gt; ka? Wala akong pakialam. Basta't nagkakaintindihan tayo, okey lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Naiipit ako sa dalawang kaibigan parang palaman sa pagitan ng tinapay. Parehong matalik - ang isa, nasasaktan; ang isa walang kaalam-alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Malapit na ang mga linggo ng kasiyahan, mga kaibigan. Hindi ako tiyak sa mga sasalihan kong gawain sapagkat pinagpipilian ko pa ang sumusunod: sayaw, pagtugtog ng instrumento, &lt;acronym title="Ganda ng tunog, ano?"&gt;basketbol&lt;/acronym&gt;, pagluluto, o pag-aral sa &lt;acronym title="Magaling. Sobrang bihasa na kasi ako sa Filipino e. Hindi ko kinailangang bumalik-balik sa isang website para maghanap ng mga salitang nakakaresulta ng sobrang pagdurugo sa utak."&gt;nakakabanyagang wika&lt;/acronym&gt;. &lt;u&gt;(O, ano ba ang mga plano mo?)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Nakagugulat na nakakayanan ko nang yumakap ng taong hindi ko gaanong nakakausap. Ano na'ng nangyayari sa akin? O__O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kanina ay nanood ako ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;oaS&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;hindi ko alam kung ano ang magiging reaksyon ko. May mga palabas lang talagang hindi bagay sa akin. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana may nakuha kayo sa mga walang saysay kong salita at nosyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Colorbone raw, sabi ng kakilala ko. Aba, saan iyon mahahanap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nakakabigla. Isang O__O at isang "Haha" lang ang matatagpuan dito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-2283255316600651834?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2283255316600651834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=2283255316600651834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2283255316600651834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2283255316600651834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/marami-akong-natutunan-ngayong-araw.html' title='109 na pala.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-2168521806528044050</id><published>2009-03-12T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:00:32.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BALIW NA BALIW (SA'YO)</title><content type='html'>horrible&lt;br /&gt;incorrigible&lt;br /&gt;vexation&lt;br /&gt;illness&lt;br /&gt;tragedy&lt;br /&gt;death&lt;br /&gt;endless suffering&lt;br /&gt;superiority&lt;br /&gt;confusion&lt;br /&gt;hopelessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE HE HE HE HE HE HE HELLO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-2168521806528044050?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2168521806528044050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=2168521806528044050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2168521806528044050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2168521806528044050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/baliw-na-baliw-sayo.html' title='BALIW NA BALIW (SA&apos;YO)'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8687214705274757948</id><published>2009-03-10T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:55:27.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>107</title><content type='html'>May nakatago rito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanapin niyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kaso nga lang.. Hindi naman lahat ng nakatago importante e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang labo niyo rin, a. O___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang kwentang &lt;s&gt;taksil&lt;/s&gt; paskil. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-8687214705274757948?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8687214705274757948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8687214705274757948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8687214705274757948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8687214705274757948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/107.html' title='107'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-6715112675011266772</id><published>2009-03-08T21:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:25:42.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interestingly uninteresting</title><content type='html'>Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a waiter named Bill. He gave us our bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Plus, he looked like this dude from LSM. HAHA. Maybe I'm seeing the future. HAHA. Joke. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do, so little time. -shot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I've got some questions for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Did it hurt just to know I was right here waiting?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, do you know-&lt;br /&gt;It was love from the first time we touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mean, damn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's not to adore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility: visible; margin-right: auto; width: 450px;"&gt; &lt;object width="300" height="100"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=200&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D60334030%26t%3D1236601252&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt; &lt;embed style="width: 435px; visibility: visible; height: 100px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.indimusic.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=60334030&amp;amp;t=1236601252&amp;amp;wid=os" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="435" border="0" height="100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&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/4393849765311383597-6715112675011266772?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6715112675011266772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=6715112675011266772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6715112675011266772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6715112675011266772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/interestingly-uninteresting.html' title='Interestingly uninteresting'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-5491603801584457231</id><published>2009-03-07T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:19:56.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't expect too much from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Goodness gracious. Nanonood ako ng YouTube video. Tapos biglang nagfast forward. O_____O Posible ba 'yun?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Good&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/4393849765311383597-5491603801584457231?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5491603801584457231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=5491603801584457231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/5491603801584457231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/5491603801584457231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/guh.html' title=''/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-1951132344580215906</id><published>2009-03-04T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:45:32.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga Insidente.</title><content type='html'>OHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heto. Para naman may masabi kayo rito. Ang lungkot e. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unang insidente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa papel ni IB, nakasulat ang isang kakaibang bagay. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Corrected by: Health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halatang tinututukan ni HG ang papel na itinatakda niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pangalawang insidente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinanong ng guro, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What is the square root of 64?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigla namang sumabat ang isang kaklase. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Trixia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pangatlong insidente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Nasa kwarto [siya]&lt;br /&gt;1: Kinakaskas yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cottonbuds &lt;/span&gt;sa cemento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pang-apat na insidente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Ang emo niya, pare&lt;br /&gt;1: Laging nasa banyo, naglalabas ng galit&lt;br /&gt;3: Baka naman iba ang -&lt;br /&gt;3: HAHA. 'Wag na pala.&lt;br /&gt;3: Hindi 'yan.&lt;br /&gt;1: ANG LAKI NG GALIT NIYA&lt;br /&gt;1: SOBRA&lt;br /&gt;1: NAKAKABARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Bakit walang 2? Wala e. Ganun lang talaga. Katotohanan sa buhay 'yan, chong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-1951132344580215906?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1951132344580215906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=1951132344580215906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1951132344580215906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1951132344580215906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/mga-insidente.html' title='Mga Insidente.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8818222416251721680</id><published>2009-03-04T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:32:32.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourscore and seven years ago-</title><content type='html'>I tend to cringe everytime I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to keeping it simple and yellow like eggs. -raises glass-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love jaaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-8818222416251721680?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8818222416251721680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8818222416251721680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8818222416251721680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8818222416251721680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/fourscore-and-seven-years-ago.html' title='Fourscore and seven years ago-'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-1800939473661477804</id><published>2009-02-25T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:43:15.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/59.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/107.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind the facial expression for the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Don't mind this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Humans are ... fallible. Sometimes. Most of the time. Always.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(232, 229, 221);"&gt;Hindi ako manghuhula. Sinasabi nga ng mga tao na manhid ako e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(232, 229, 221);"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(232, 229, 221);"&gt; na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(232, 229, 221);"&gt;Madali akong kasawaan (tama ba 'yan? ewan). Ha ha ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(232, 229, 221);"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(232, 229, 221);"&gt; lang. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-1800939473661477804?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1800939473661477804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=1800939473661477804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1800939473661477804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1800939473661477804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/hum.html' title=''/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-4944288341802642924</id><published>2009-02-24T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:06:05.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101. The Hour of Tangled Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Typed: January 30, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell all my friends that I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you, this time it's for good&lt;br /&gt;It wont take long before you forget my name--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cold, distant friend is leaving us. Thank you very little.&lt;br /&gt;One unknowing friend doesn't realize what is happening. Things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;The other does not know what to do. Am I that hard to trust?&lt;br /&gt;Last is one who is acting strange. She won't let me in on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cerebrum has long been abolished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I implode now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a dark post. I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wishing she were in the murder riddles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This looks like a possible entry for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Madman's Diary&lt;/span&gt;. Even I don't understand it!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-4944288341802642924?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4944288341802642924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=4944288341802642924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4944288341802642924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4944288341802642924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/101-hour-of-tangled-thoughts.html' title='101. The Hour of Tangled Thoughts.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3040934295327120031</id><published>2009-02-22T22:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:17:57.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th</title><content type='html'>Lessons can come during unexpected moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The BioTrip was great.&lt;br /&gt;2. I think I won't talk to you for a while. Just because--&lt;br /&gt;3. You should talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;4. Some people just randomly talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Why am I reacting this way?&lt;br /&gt;6. Blogskins are hard to look for.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tears are stupid, I think.&lt;br /&gt;8. I am stupid. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good riddance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;shut this down&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.Weird.Weird.Weird.Weird.Weird.Weird.Weird.Weird.Weird.Weird.Weird.Weird.Weird. UHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;edit&gt;&lt;/edit&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ika-24 pa ng Enero nang mapanood ko ang nakakakilabot na Slumdog Millionaire. Marami ang nagtanong sa akin kung anong pelikula ang kinakikiligan (haha tama ba ang salita?) ko pero ayaw kong sabihin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo madamot lang naman ako. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ay nanonood ako ng Oscars. Marami na ang napanalunan ng pelikulang ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami na siguro ang makakanood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang lang at hindi ako ang unang nagsabi sa inyo na panoorin niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang buhay yan e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Ewan ko lang kung paano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya sinasabi ko na lang ngayon, para lang masaya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manood kayo ng &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIzbwV7on6Q"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire. :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3040934295327120031?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3040934295327120031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3040934295327120031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3040934295327120031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3040934295327120031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/100th.html' title='100th'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-6972081082289102552</id><published>2009-02-15T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:30:58.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>99th!</title><content type='html'>If all the world's a stage, I want to operate the trap door.&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Beatty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romantically&lt;/span&gt;] I like your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;M: Well, thank you. They came with the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M's suitcases, filled with food and water, get stolen&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;M: What am I going to eat and drink?&lt;br /&gt;S: Adrian, they have food and water in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;M: Answer the question! What am I going to eat and drink!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (i am not M)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Nothing really changed.. Just wanted to close it down for a while. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-6972081082289102552?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6972081082289102552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=6972081082289102552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6972081082289102552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6972081082289102552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/99th.html' title='99th!'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-5383027214831044393</id><published>2009-02-12T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:28:12.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those of ants, badgers, locusts, and lizards.</title><content type='html'>I have always been against divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;These days it seems like the only appropriate choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Even in these unorthodox situations, maybe I should rethink my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Awkward. Goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows. The papers may take a long time to get sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may sound lunatical&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;; go figure (skating). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better a dish of herbs where love is than a fatted ox and hatred with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the dog returns to his vomit, so the fool repeats his folly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(c) New American Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight. It shall be hard, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-5383027214831044393?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5383027214831044393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=5383027214831044393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/5383027214831044393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/5383027214831044393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/those-of-ants-badgers-locusts-and.html' title='Those of ants, badgers, locusts, and lizards.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-7291810907095133458</id><published>2009-02-11T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:50:55.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>The heart is deceitful above all things &lt;br /&gt;and beyond cure.&lt;br /&gt;Who can understand it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Huh. That was from a book of the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment. :-j&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-7291810907095133458?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7291810907095133458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=7291810907095133458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/7291810907095133458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/7291810907095133458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-1651760852870264959</id><published>2009-02-10T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:31:03.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to see something weird? "No."</title><content type='html'>96th--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Natatawa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iyon lang po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Hello. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napanood ko lang ang bagong labas na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; ni Taylor Swift. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's too late to catch me now,&lt;/span&gt;" sabi niya. Madrama siya at medyo inaasahan, pero maliban doon maganda naman ang pagkakakuha ng mga pangyayari, lalo na noong maputi-puti ang mga mukha ng mga gumanap. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iyon talaga ang pinansin e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May kaibigan ako (oha, sana 'di kayo magulat). Sabi niya, ayaw niyang naglalaro kasama ang ibang tao. Lalo na kapag hindi niya alam ang mga tuntunin o punto ng laro. Minsan nga sobra siyang magtabog pagkatapos, kasi gusto niyang sumali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabi niya mas magandang naiintindihan ko ang mga bagay-bagay. Baka masaktan o makagawa pa ako ng 'di maganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakasawa na ang puting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t-shirt&lt;/span&gt; at pantakbong pambaba. HAHA. Ang ganda naman ng tawag ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-1651760852870264959?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1651760852870264959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=1651760852870264959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1651760852870264959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1651760852870264959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-want-to-see-something-weird-no.html' title='Do you want to see something weird? &quot;No.&quot;'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-6821862805542129132</id><published>2009-02-09T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:10:38.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psyched.</title><content type='html'>[Kakaunting pagbabago]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Iyan ang kinakain ng kabayo. Tapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. Ewan ko. Nakakalito na nakakatawa ang araw na 'to. Hindi ko maintindihan ang mga nangyayari. Buti na lang at kaya kong pigilan ang sarili ko. (Teka, maganda nga ba'ng hindi nagsasalita? Ewan ulit ang sagot ko.) Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakalulungkot ang mga marka ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Tama pa ba ang kasabihang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's better late than never? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-6821862805542129132?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6821862805542129132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=6821862805542129132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6821862805542129132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6821862805542129132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/psyched.html' title='Psyched.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-356563105370792539</id><published>2009-02-07T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:57:50.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huzzah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Ganyanan naaa. :))&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seryosong tanong. Kaibigan ko nga ba kayo? &lt;acronym title="Kung masaktan kayo sa pagtatanong ko o hindi man makasagot, siguro'y dapat pag-isipan niyo nang MABUTI. Malay niyo, naglolokohan lang tayo."&gt;Ha?&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-356563105370792539?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/356563105370792539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=356563105370792539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/356563105370792539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/356563105370792539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/huzzah.html' title='Huzzah.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8929107295192051003</id><published>2009-02-06T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:34:10.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga puso, kutsilyo, letra, at lalagyan.</title><content type='html'>'WAG KANG MAGPARINIG. ALAM KONG AKO ANG TINUTUKOY MO. PAKIPOT KA PA. DINADALA MO ANG MGA PAGDADALAMHATI MO RIYAN TAPOS PWEDE NAMANG PAG-USAPAN. HINDI BA? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. 'Di ako galit. Gusto ko lang makita niyo ito. Gusto ko lang makita mo ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos. -yuko-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A/N: Dapat kahapon pa 'yan, pero hindi ko nalathala nang maayos. Ngayon, hindi na ganyan ang nararamdaman ko, ngunit gusto ko pa ring ibahagi sa inyo.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas masaya ang araw ko kahapon. Kasama ko ang parehong tao (at tiyak na gusto ko silang kasama), pero parang iba kahapon. Mayroong mga klase at asignatura. Ngayon, parang kinailangan naming magbigay pa ng konting pagsisikap upang magkaroon ng tuloy-tuloy na usapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro naapektuhan din kami dahil sa mga problema sa labas at ang pag-ulan. (Sa totoo lang, masaya ako kapag umuulan. Maliban sa araw na ito.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan. Ang dami ring umiiyak. Hindi ako nagyayabang o kung ano man, pero nagtataka ako kung bakit hindi rin ako umiiyak? O, marami akong problema (na siguro hindi mo pansin o alam) pero.. ni isang patak ng luha wala. Haha. Siguro'y manhid lang talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Nagpaparinig ako. Medyo. Kanina tumabi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; sa akin. Nakaupo ka lang doon. Walang imik. Ano na'ng gusto mong gawin ko? Magkunwaring sobrang komportable (he, wala na akong pakialam kung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;) at parang walang nangyari? Hay, mare. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good luck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba naman ito. Nagdadadakdak na naman ako. Wala bang pwedeng pumigil sa akin? Lagi na lang ako kalungkutan dito, pagrereklamo doon. Sa paano't paanuman, tatapusin ko na ito. Siguro'y dadagdagan ko ng ilang linya mula sa pinapanood kong serye sa kasalukuyan. O baka mamaya na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Salamat, KR, RM, at Jill. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hehe. Ganun pala iyon. Kapag nakahanap ang isang tao ng bagong kaibigan, dapat mong iwasan. Ha ha. Ang saya naman nun. :D Ang saya saya. :-j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOY. IKAW. Makinig ka kasi. 'Wag ka lang daldal nang daldal. (Malay mo hindi ikaw ang tinutukoy ko rito.. Malay mo.)&lt;/span&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/4393849765311383597-8929107295192051003?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8929107295192051003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8929107295192051003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8929107295192051003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8929107295192051003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/mga-puso-kutsilyo-letra-at-lalagyan.html' title='Mga puso, kutsilyo, letra, at lalagyan.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-6196395737981870011</id><published>2009-02-05T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:45:15.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"He wanted to kill me."</title><content type='html'>I wish you'd tear down the walls you have been putting up all your life and just.. talk. Don't pretend. Don't talk through a medium. It's more difficult that way; it makes me think you don't care. &lt;s&gt;Do you even?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. My whole day (except for the few minutes with Two during lunch) was eagerly and ecstatically spent with K~ and R~. :D Laughtrip. :&gt; Haha. Tomorrow, I hope it'll be the same. &lt;s&gt;I wonder when they'll get tired of me. Haha. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. Just.. go away. When certain group work comes, we'll be happy and giddy. When it's a regular day, then be distant. Suit yourself. (I'm not your tailor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. I don't have a Valentine. Haha. Like I am in the mood for these kind of things. 8-| &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jill&lt;/span&gt;? :&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah. Tomorrow will be props making again, I think. Bliss. (Well, almost. 99.99%. Close enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Author's Note: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May paki ako. Magkukunwari na lang akong wala para mayroong masama, demonyo, o satanas sa atin. 'Di ba at masaya 'yun? Para naman may masisi kayo sa pagkayamot niyo.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-6196395737981870011?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6196395737981870011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=6196395737981870011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6196395737981870011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6196395737981870011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-wanted-to-kill-me.html' title='&quot;He wanted to kill me.&quot;'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-578116178182006528</id><published>2009-02-03T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:11:59.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disconcertedly agitated</title><content type='html'>What worthless filth that piece of advice was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-578116178182006528?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/578116178182006528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=578116178182006528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/578116178182006528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/578116178182006528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/disconcertedly-agitated.html' title='Disconcertedly agitated'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-4896830073129318011</id><published>2009-02-02T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:58:31.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not my 90th post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;acronym title="The lesson of this nursery rhyme? Never do chores. -shot-"&gt;Jack and Jill went up that hill. :-" &lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jack and Jill went up the hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To fetch a pail of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jack fell down and broke his crown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Jill came tumbling after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Up Jack got and home did trot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As fast as he could he fell back down;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And went to bed to mend his head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With vinegar and brown paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jill came in and she did grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To see his paper plaster;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mother vexed did whip her next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For causing Jack's disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now Jack did laugh and Jill did cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But her tears did soon abate;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then Jill did say that they should play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At see-saw across the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdebate nga tayong lahat. Hindi maitatangi na ang pambatang kanta na ito ay natural na para sa mga bata. Ngunit, (kung ang unang bahagi lang ang ating papansinin) hindi naman matitiyak na bata o matanda ang dalawang ito. Maaari namang matanda sila, hindi ba? Maaaring magkasyota. Magkapatid. Mag-asawa (teka, pareho lang ba iyon sa magsyota?). Magkagalit (o, Jill - baka sinadya mo iyon; lagot ka). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ano sa tingin niyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do slightly acceptable lettering(s?) now. :D [That is not the same for the drawing.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I'd be if I had amnesia. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There were many things I opted to omit. Reason? They seem insignificant. Maybe in future posts. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-4896830073129318011?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4896830073129318011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=4896830073129318011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4896830073129318011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4896830073129318011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-not-my-90th-post.html' title='This is not my 90th post.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-2822971113589243729</id><published>2009-01-31T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:26:22.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to waltz.</title><content type='html'>Tell all my friends I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you, this time it's for good&lt;br /&gt;Tell all my friends that I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It won't be long before you forget my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Credit for the current title of this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bap-oZI-Grc"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; yet, but I think many of you'll like it. :)) In the spirit of Valentine's Day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="hw"&gt;vacuous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;\VAK-yoo-uhs\, &lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="vacuous" --&gt; &lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; showing no intelligence or thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; having no meaning or direction; empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I change my layout? Yes? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are not teribol at all. NOT AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-2822971113589243729?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2822971113589243729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=2822971113589243729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2822971113589243729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2822971113589243729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-waltz.html' title='I want to waltz.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-6966387512689944405</id><published>2009-01-29T19:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:03:51.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity.</title><content type='html'>Do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray? Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thinks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just pretend that this made complete sense. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little sanity (??) for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You lie.&lt;br /&gt;2. You cheat.&lt;br /&gt;3. You steal.&lt;br /&gt;4. You kiss up.&lt;br /&gt;5. You are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you are great (and pretend to be humble) but then you use people's good prejudices for your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not considering myself a better person. That's the last I will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just things I notice. And I have a lot of proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, not like I'm going to share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Oh yeaah. Drama. We get that a lot these days. To the certain person I wrote this to, just be careful. I'm watching.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dundunduuuun-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-6966387512689944405?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6966387512689944405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=6966387512689944405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6966387512689944405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6966387512689944405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/pity.html' title='Pity.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-4460325457759141623</id><published>2009-01-26T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:17:47.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, this is worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best not reck your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&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/4393849765311383597-4460325457759141623?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4460325457759141623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=4460325457759141623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4460325457759141623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4460325457759141623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/click.html' title='-'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3376374049746440730</id><published>2009-01-26T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:31:03.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreal.</title><content type='html'>Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Clickity-clack. How irregular. How queer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of my uptight fingers rushing over the keyboard adds to my frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't you just tell me the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes at my friend's private instant message and type in a few hahas and smiley faces here and there. Best make her feel better than have her screaming and filling my page with capped words. All the while, a huge frown is embedded on my face, rather complementing my deep and crinkled forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes a long time to respond. I groan like the riotous fan to my side. The sound soothes me, in a way, and I continue venting out my anger in that abnormal manner for a few seconds. Our tones clash and create a harmonious buzzing sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I see the toolbar light up in that familiar orange hint. Dragging my mouse to her name, I see the window open to reveal a page full of red text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't talk to you right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She is now offline*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smash my white, freezing fingers onto the helpless keyboard. I forcefully bite my lips with my bared teeth. Then, I taste blood against my harsh lips. Darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3376374049746440730?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3376374049746440730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3376374049746440730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3376374049746440730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3376374049746440730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/unreal.html' title='Unreal.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-5260914688716797840</id><published>2009-01-25T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:18:08.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel you</title><content type='html'>You're the missing piece I need, the song inside of me. :-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Camp Rock is so.. :-j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if you said "I love you" to a person.. then get a "So what?" in response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your horses. You really called. What does that mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP defenses, here we come.&lt;br /&gt;But please don't come.&lt;br /&gt;If that's all right.&lt;br /&gt;Come..&lt;br /&gt;Next century..&lt;br /&gt;Or something.&lt;br /&gt;-smiles innocently-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be vapid. It's been a long time since I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This geek shall inherit the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;Song?&lt;br /&gt;Color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer this or.. else. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There's a hole in the world like a great black pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has many smileys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-5260914688716797840?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5260914688716797840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=5260914688716797840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/5260914688716797840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/5260914688716797840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-you.html' title='I feel you'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-7613049327723051582</id><published>2009-01-23T22:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:31:23.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Me! I'm I!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did he do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. He cheated.&lt;br /&gt;B. He’s lucky.&lt;br /&gt;C. He’s a genius.&lt;br /&gt;D. It is written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;hr style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;That movie may have changed my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;acronym title="You should know what this means."&gt; "That test was a scam, Sir." &lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;When life gives you a fear of certain animals, get ready to protect yourself with a stuffed monkey. It somewhat helps. Somewhat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;acronym title="Sa katotohanan, ang sabi pa niya ay.. -bs2sing emo-"&gt;Bastusing emo&lt;/acronym&gt; daw ako. Ayun naman. (Haha. Kung mabasa man 'to ng nagsabi, e di.. Nabasa mo. :)) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;When we went to the tables outside Starbucks, I saw two girls sitting at the table to our left, facing each other, but individually playing with their game consoles. I whisper to C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Tingnan mo, o. Nagsosocialize sila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Pinagsabihan pa akong masama. E.. Magaling akong maging philosopher.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Maya maya, tinanong sa akin ni C: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;May internet ba ang PSP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Posible naman daw na nag-uusap sila sa pamamagitan ng PSP. Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;How to respond to certain phrases 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;1: You are so mean!&lt;br /&gt;2: Yes. I know! I'm average. -wide smile-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bow- They may look at you with a questionable stare, but at least you can prove you know your statistics. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4393849765311383597-7613049327723051582?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7613049327723051582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=7613049327723051582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/7613049327723051582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/7613049327723051582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-me-im-i.html' title='Hey, Me! I&apos;m I!'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-7440802014169375129</id><published>2009-01-20T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:29:34.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>****</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the tests. They were awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* - number of minutes it takes for Mozilla Firefox to load&lt;br /&gt;********* - number of minutes it takes for Microsoft Word to load&lt;br /&gt;* - my patience&lt;br /&gt;*********** - times I want to scold my unstable laptop&lt;br /&gt;** - times I wished my father would install the other computer&lt;br /&gt;___ - times 2 is still _____ (Say DONKEY when you understand this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How were your tests?&lt;br /&gt;Have you achieved a record for answering quickly?&lt;br /&gt;What time do you normally sleep during these deadly days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-7440802014169375129?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7440802014169375129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=7440802014169375129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/7440802014169375129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/7440802014169375129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='****'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-483353964305657117</id><published>2009-01-18T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:01:33.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like I don't care anymore. Haha.</title><content type='html'>Hey, dudes. This week is an awful week. The tests are sure to boggle our overloaded brains once again. No bother, we can all do this. If we don't fall asleep while studying or during the test or have brain damages at the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-evil cackle-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Hello, Victoria! Yo, Ill! What's up, Janine? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. All is that. Is that all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-483353964305657117?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/483353964305657117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=483353964305657117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/483353964305657117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/483353964305657117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-like-i-dont-care-anymore-haha.html' title='It&apos;s like I don&apos;t care anymore. Haha.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-2102598381975809579</id><published>2009-01-17T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:59:19.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The world has a nosebleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qui va la? Peu a peu - peu de chose.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;Primum non nocere. Quot homines, tot sententiae.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Retenue. Retenue.&lt;/span&gt; Quien sabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;Quis separabit.&lt;/u&gt; Arrivederci.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A bientot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C'est la guerre.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;Cetera desunt&lt;/u&gt;. Che sara, sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;u&gt;Credo quia absurdum est. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hic jacet Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-2102598381975809579?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2102598381975809579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=2102598381975809579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2102598381975809579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2102598381975809579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-752533215499895282</id><published>2009-01-16T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:43:00.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jettison candor</title><content type='html'>Oha. Dahil parang pakiramdam kong magsulat ng mahaba na lkjdlfjlk -rewind-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel like writing a long post, I shall. It is more of stress release. If that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Many of you are saying that people are becoming weird these days. Ha. It hits me like putting all the blame on the ones around you. However, can the person changing not be you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is plenty of hate and dislike going around: to and from me. Yes, yes. Even now, I do not know where the anger and spite go to. It's not like you guys are talking to me these days. I only really talked with about five or less of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To quote, "Hindi ko man aaminin sa mga kaibigan ko, ako ang laging may kasalanan. Ako ang laging nagdadala ng gulo." I should ask you, though: Do you know my side of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A, B, and C: I do not understand you guys anymore. I want to talk to you openly. One of you is trying to talk to me. But even she's too serious that it's unnerving. The other two don't seem to care; but maybe that just goes to show I don't know anyone because I don't try at all. Meh. A and C, you have your own world. Your world seems to have me excluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Friendships can be compared to a hard drive. At first, when it is newly established, the computer runs smoothly - no baggage at all. As time goes by, more load is placed, making the device much slower and more irritating. Even once in a while it gets a virus. The computer may be healed or fixed. It may be broken forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you know the moments where you are utterly blissful? You are with a friend, laughing your hearts out, momentarily forgetting the worries waiting for you. When tribulations and problems come, what then? These memories become only glimpses and parts of what whole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’re meant to lose the people we love. How else are we supposed to know how important they are? - CCofBB&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;It's idiotic of me to say, but I actually agree with this. At least with the first sentence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;    8. If you think you know me, think again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-752533215499895282?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/752533215499895282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=752533215499895282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/752533215499895282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/752533215499895282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/musings.html' title='Jettison candor'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-854241735659730977</id><published>2009-01-15T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:58:45.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click To Assemble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I am stupid. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;could&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; talk to me though. As if I don't listen at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These days have made me realize some vital things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which could make either you or me feel terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who am I talking to again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno. Ikaw, gusto ko. Parang sa'yo ako pinakanaiinis, pero ikaw ang pinakakailangan ko ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos. Ikaw na isa pa? Uh. Ang yabang mo rin. Ewankoba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tres. Hello, ikatlo. Oha. Alam kong nandiyan ka lang. :D Pero hindi na pareho sa dati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero dos. 8-| Nako. /:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-slowlydying-&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/4393849765311383597-854241735659730977?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/854241735659730977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=854241735659730977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/854241735659730977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/854241735659730977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/click-to-assemble.html' title='Click To Assemble'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3555607904831354999</id><published>2009-01-13T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:13:27.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter.</title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;do&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;understand&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;wish&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;me (&lt;&lt; the better choice)&lt;br /&gt;would&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;shut&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;observant&lt;br /&gt;how&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;all&lt;br /&gt;act&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;don't&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;get&lt;br /&gt;into&lt;br /&gt;these&lt;br /&gt;inconsiderate&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;useless&lt;br /&gt;tantrums&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;do&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;understand&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;try&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;say&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank&lt;br /&gt;you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;for nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my speech was a fake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3555607904831354999?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3555607904831354999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3555607904831354999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3555607904831354999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3555607904831354999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/enter.html' title='Enter.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-4668858964880069912</id><published>2009-01-08T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:00:58.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it obvious I'm bored?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;PREPARE FOR THE LONGEST BLOG ENTRY. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.esaba.com/projects/facts/"&gt;My goodness, I did not make these! I'm not brilliant. :))&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Czari grinds her coffee with her teeth and boils the water with her own rage.  [You go, Cza. :))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Czari make onions cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Cameron wanted Czari to play the Terminator. However, upon reflection, he realized that would have turned his movie into a documentary, so he went with Arnold Schwarzenegger. [Czari - The Terminator. How fitting. :)) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people wear Superman pajamas. Superman wears Czari pajamas. [=))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not Czari doing push-ups -- that's Czari moving the Earth away from the path of a deadly asteroid. [We're cool, dude!! B-) The cooliest.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Czari got her driver's license at the age of 16. Seconds. [HAHAHAHA.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can escape the gravity of a black hole, except for Colleen. Colleen eats black holes. They taste like chicken. [Yum. Chicken holes. Whut.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Colleen looks in a mirror the mirror shatters, because not even glass is stupid enough to get in between Colleen and Colleen. [Well, I don't really understand but it sounds funny. xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen knows the last digit of pi. [ HAHAHA. NICE ONE. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google won't search for Colleen because it knows you don't find Colleen, she finds you. [Scary~ :)) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen sleeps with a night light. Not because Colleen is afraid of the dark, but the dark is afraid of Colleen. [:D :))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen CAN in fact 'raise the roof'. And she can do it with one hand. [You go, Colleen. :)) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lee does not own a stove, oven, or microwave, because revenge is a dish best served cold. [Ha ha. That is epic.]&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;&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;After returning from World War 2 unscathed, Bob Dole was congratulated by Lee with a handshake. The rest is history. [Who the heck is Bob Dole? Is he related to fruit drinks?]&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;&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;Lee doesn't read books. She stares them down until she gets the information she wants. [&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;&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;Lee destroyed the periodic table, because Lee only recognizes the element of surprise. [Surprised yet?]&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;&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;Maslow's theory of higher needs does not apply to Lee. She only has two needs: killing people and finding people to kill. [... :D]&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;&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;Lee was originally cast as the main character in 24, but was replaced by the producers when she managed to kill every terrorist and save the day in 12 minutes and 37 seconds. [Those producers are missing out on a lot. -punches a terrorist that comes from behind her-]&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;&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;Lee can strangle you with a cordless phone. [Uhm. &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;&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;Lee can hold her breathe for nine years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[Wait, isn't it supposed to be "breath"? /:) ]&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;&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;In the X-Men movies, none of the X-Men super-powers are done with special effects. Lee is the stuntman for every character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[Oh yeah. I am so cool.]&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;&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;Brett Favre can throw a football over 50 yards. Lee can throw Brett Favre even further. [I have no idea who Brett Favre is, but this statement just makes me sound so cool.]&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;&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;If, by some incredible space-time paradox, Lee would ever fight herself, she'd win. Period. [-thinks- Let's just nod to this one, friends. Nod like we understand.]&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;&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;Lee doesn't have a bank account. She just tells the bank how much she needs. [ =)) Give me a million dollars now, please. -evil smirk-]&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;&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;A study showed the leading causes of death in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; are: 1. Heart disease, 2. Lee, 3. Cancer [Cool, I was in a study. =)) ]&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;&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;Lee let the dogs out. [That answers the question.]&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;&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;When &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Arnold&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; says the line "I'll be back" in the first Terminator movie it is implied that he is going to ask Lee for help. [Aren't I cool?]&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;&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;When Lee does push-ups, she does not push herself up. She pushes the Earth down. [I think I've heard this one before. :)) ]&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;&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;The phrase 'dead ringer' refers to someone who sits behind Lee in a movie theater and forgets to turn their cell phone off. [What is up with these sadistic "facts"??]&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;&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;Lee invented black. In fact, she invented the entire spectrum of visible light. Except pink. Tom Cruise invented pink. [=))]&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/4393849765311383597-4668858964880069912?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4668858964880069912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=4668858964880069912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4668858964880069912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4668858964880069912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-obvious-im-bored.html' title='Is it obvious I&apos;m bored?'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-1971141002487837099</id><published>2009-01-04T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:12:13.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkletoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Be aware. This entry is rich in sarcasm, irony, and pessimism.&lt;br /&gt;Have your stress balls ready.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My brother never reads my blog. This is a good thing because I wouldn't want him to report my "attitude" and "dilemmas" to my parents. That would be disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being my blood relative and close friend (at least, I think he is), he could at least glance at it once in while. The sad realization is that if he doesn't care to read it, then how can I expect anyone &lt;i&gt;else&lt;/i&gt; to read it too, right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Since six o' clock in the afternoon, on this day before classes start once again, I had been watching American Idol - Season 6 Marathon. It was nice and blissfully sarcastic. It scares me though, since some of the contestants that the judges put down were quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you dare sing in front of Simon Cowell [who always uses the word "atrocious"] and his small tight black shirt? (You don't have to look at him. However, he'd make fun of you if you faced the opposite wall. -cough-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Angry Woman&lt;/span&gt;: He's not even American! What is he again, French?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan Seacrest&lt;/span&gt;: No, m'am. He's British.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woman&lt;/span&gt;: Well, you can just tell Simon Cowell to go back to British where he belongs!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hm. I think that if you want to tell a friend something, you should just spit it out. (Please do not include the spit, of course. I meant - yeah.) Practice in front of the mirror! Feel what the recipient of your scolding might feel. Don't bother about the neighbors suspiciously glancing through your open window! When you have practiced well enough (DO YOU FEEL IT??), then you may write a letter to your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you know &lt;acronym title="National Medical Admission Test"&gt;NMAT&lt;/acronym&gt;? It is this test that medical students take. (Of course you couldn't have guessed that.) There is this one part that got me confused.  Your goal is to identify which letter has information that is identical to the given statement or text. It must sound easy, but if you have terrible eyesight, then you're in big trouble with this one. I had a hard time, honestly. It took me one whole minute during my first try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you now: Never make fun of the periods and dashes. They may come to haunt you one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Recklessmotion (I mean the blog but you can also say the person behind the blog too) seems to be pointless these days. I won't lose anything by being this sarcastic. Enjoy the sarcasm, people. You might as well get used to it. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. School hasn't even started yet and I already face a tragic crisis. I forgot to submit the &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; submission needed for the Vigil which happened weeks ago. What am I supposed to tell the teacher? (Insert words of despair here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another problem but I don't think I should type it up here. -bow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It's amazing how a person can quickly adapt to another person's mannerisms, expressions, or habits. You had only been talking and (who knows?) he/she is already telling people his/her name is your name. :)) I'm kidding, obviously. (Or am I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A word of advice: Do not be confused and fooled by this confusing and foolish writer. Ha ha. -snicker- That wasn't &lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt; word at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHM. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT @ 9:09PM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. "Don't you realize I want you for myself? You have ruined me." -- Aw, isn't that sweet? :)) [Memoirs of a Geisha.]&lt;br /&gt;b. RFSQ siblings, what are our plans for the story? :D&lt;br /&gt;c. NO, DUDE. WHY DKLJFLKDJF GO TO OUR SCHOOL? NOOOOOO. LDJKFLSDJFslkfjLSFJlksj =)) NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-1971141002487837099?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1971141002487837099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=1971141002487837099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1971141002487837099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1971141002487837099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/twinkletoes.html' title='Twinkletoes.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3040702945095249368</id><published>2009-01-03T13:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:42:31.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mood: Bored, unamused, bemused, unfulfilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Music: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obhdTlImFBo"&gt;You Found Me by The Fray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even until now, our previous conversation is haunting me. It seems like I cannot succumb telling you some things, seeing as they are quite depressing and shocking and inexplainable. With that being said, I hope we can talk normally. You are quite an interesting friend who I do not wish to lose. Blah bleh bloo. Our friendship is a new one, but I can proudly say that. (Shall I hit my forehead with my palm?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fathoming human's interests is not a cinch. You may undersatnd that while I can say much here, that does not automatically mean it will enthrall the rest of us. What is the point of my typing here in the first place? It's not like anyone is reading, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Discuss the following idioms. Imagine the story that made them so. Share them with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;hit the sack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - perhaps the "sack" is another form of a pillow; the person in question wishes to sleep but needs to make the "sack" comfortable enough to sleep on? OR maybe people slept on sacks before, so when they get ready to sleep, they literally hit the sack? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;neck and neck - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this strikes me as ridiculous, because I read somewhere that during competitions, players actually strain their necks to win; isn't that just funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;foot the bill -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Polish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;acronym title="I don't speak Polish (Nee-yeh moh-vee-eh pow powl-skuu)"&gt;Nie             mówię po polsku&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;acronym title="Do you speak English?"&gt;Sprechen Sie Englisch?&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3040702945095249368?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3040702945095249368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3040702945095249368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3040702945095249368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3040702945095249368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/mood-bored-unamused-bemused-unfulfilled.html' title='Where were you?'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3887177358672515741</id><published>2009-01-02T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:39:37.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=P~</title><content type='html'>I am on a roll. Of doughnuts. Whut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been updating loads of times this Christmas break. Sadly, they are posts of insignificance. Which is sad, because I had bigger plans for this blog. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surprising how I reckon the internet is getting old, tedious, and some kind of routine. There is nothing new to the internet (hahaha). At least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I made the biggest fool of myself. Even until now, I cannot believe I said something as pompous as it. Whut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT MAKING SENSE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3887177358672515741?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3887177358672515741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3887177358672515741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3887177358672515741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3887177358672515741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/p.html' title='=P~'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3865393401024702221</id><published>2008-12-31T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:07:33.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yohoho and a bottle of rum</title><content type='html'>Oh, hello New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could continue saying sappy and cliche statements... but I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;acronym title="Oh my. Friends, thank you so much for the great year. Yes, I may have caused much trouble, but those happy instances might have surpassed such awful ones. Anyhow, I hope we have a greater year ahead of us! :D"&gt;I WILL NOT.&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. As I am consequentially opposed to staying to my word, I will not make dedications. Maybe a few secret notes to some in &lt;a href="http://chewingcarpet.multiply.com/"&gt;some site&lt;/a&gt; but other than that, you are left to your own musings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose any limbs! Those may come in handy some day. (Like, slapping me on the back of the head when I [inevitably] do something teribol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your resolutions for this coming year? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention fellow bloggers (haha!): Let us make our own lists of our wishes AND goals for this year. It would be fun to see how we will achieve them. Okay? Okay. I'll be looking forward to that! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3865393401024702221?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3865393401024702221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3865393401024702221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3865393401024702221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3865393401024702221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/yohoho-and-bottle-of-rum.html' title='Yohoho and a bottle of rum'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-9118296478584257404</id><published>2008-12-30T13:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:34:46.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peachy as Peach Pie with Peach</title><content type='html'>Just had the peachiest time yesterday. Thank you, Leila, Haps, and Ms. Ben. :D Yelena and Moe couldn't make it. Which was teribol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell what happened during our small gathering. My guests were two hours late (coughcough) but they left two hours later too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to fix my computer files because the activity is so slow. O_O A single window had to load for two minutes. Haha. So yes. I have this folder of all my previous &lt;acronym title="Memories, of course. :P"&gt;blog skins&lt;/acronym&gt; and there were a lot. At least twenty. :)) I forgot to save some good ones that I edited myself which is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Year somewhat excites me. Yes/No? Do you wish for me to make dedications on this blog for the occasion? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Oh yeah, I would appreciate things I could improve on personality-wise. Haha. You can do so by pressing "." above. You SHOULD keep it anonymous.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen and reminisce and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jango.com/stations/31760277/tunein?proxy_id=39636139&amp;amp;song_id=111934"&gt;We're So Far Away by Mae.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-9118296478584257404?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/9118296478584257404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=9118296478584257404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/9118296478584257404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/9118296478584257404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/peachy-as-peach-pie-with-peach.html' title='Peachy as Peach Pie with Peach'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3211322531904535202</id><published>2008-12-28T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:48:56.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"PARTEY!"</title><content type='html'>Just the thought of having a party at my house has me getting goosebumps all over my arm. The last social gathering I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;acronym title="cringecringecringe"&gt;hosted&lt;/acronym&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was about four years ago. The group of people I had the slight misfortune of having a sleepover with was not entirely composed of my closest friends. Two of them sort of just came along that I did not have time to disagree. Anyway, we had laughs, as any normal gathering would have, but just that memory stayed with me that I now think having friends over at my house isn't the best idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is an embarrassing color (which someone will tease as my favorite color) and it's probably not as big as yours out there. The room I like the most is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sala&lt;/span&gt;, but there is no electric fan there, so it's no use to try and survive the heat that is bound to come this coming Monday. Anyway, it's not that I'm not proud of my home. It's adequate enough, sufficient with the necessities and more, yet ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Pondering. I guess the "party" could be successful. My uncomfortableness and anxiety will probably be marred by my close friends (hallelujah that they are ALL my close friends :D) and their enjoyment. Another aspect that is bothering me are the activities. Not really the party planner type, I haven't clearly thought of the inevitable doings for the day. Yes, for the nine hours I've set up two for eating. (Hello, Coll. I'm sure you'll enjoy that. xD) But for the rest of the day, what then? Will we just sit in my room, watching television, staring glumly at each other's faces, and see you looking at me with fierce disdain because I didn't take care of my guests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said, you might notice I'm a bit frazzled by all this. No, I am not a party planner. Nor am I the perfect and welcoming hostess. I am not filthy rich (like some of you xD). I am a bum who just uses the computer and lazily stretches out on my bed to watch television for most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bear with me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you read this all before tomorrow. If not, then.. I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;acronym title="I almost forgot about my hair. It's.. new. Don't laugh! Three of us have new hairstyles so we'll form a cult and do stuff to you lolz."&gt; One last worry.&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3211322531904535202?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3211322531904535202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3211322531904535202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3211322531904535202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3211322531904535202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/partey.html' title='&quot;PARTEY!&quot;'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8473769643943210814</id><published>2008-12-23T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:22:32.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My body was shot.</title><content type='html'>*lol - laughing out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Right now I am in front of the computer, this gel thing in my hair. What a horrid sight that is. More horrid, the person who cuts my hair did the applying right outside the house. Do not laugh. Imagine yourself, having your hair cut right in the open, where anyone could pass and laugh at your face. Anyway, while this thing in my hair is setting (I have to wash my hair again. :| ), I shall tell you something about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vasoconstriction&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold up, before your brain leeks with blood from the word, it is really simple. You know how your hands or feet become cold and pale when the weather is chilly or when you feel .. not warm? Basically that is what happens in vasoconstriction. Your limbs are somewhat closed off from the blood supply (well, not really haha) so that your torso or heart area (wow, I can be a doctor &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/29.gif" /&gt; ) can remain warm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof? Here is a passage from &lt;acronym title="Which we really shouldn't trust because a lot of people can edit the words in the website, but since a lot of people go there, at least we can remind ourselves that they can be edited and improved, right? Yes, just nod. :D"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/acronym&gt; telling more about it:&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;div id="jump-to-nav"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vasoconstriction#searchInput"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- start content --&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vasoconstriction&lt;/b&gt; is the narrowing of the blood vessels resulting from contraction of the muscular wall of the vessels, particularly the large &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arteries" title="Arteries" class="mw-redirect"&gt;arteries&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arterioles" title="Arterioles" class="mw-redirect"&gt;arterioles&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Veins" title="Veins" class="mw-redirect"&gt;veins&lt;/a&gt;.. The process is the opposite of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vasodilation" title="Vasodilation"&gt;vasodilation&lt;/a&gt;, the widening of blood vessels. When blood vessels constrict, the flow of blood is restricted or decreased, thus, retaining body heat or increasing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vascular_resistance" title="Vascular resistance"&gt;vascular resistance&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skin" title="Skin"&gt;Cutaneously&lt;/a&gt;, this makes the skin turn paler because less blood reaches the surface, preventing the radiation of heat. On a larger level, vasoconstriction is one mechanism by which the body regulates and maintains &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mean_arterial_pressure" title="Mean arterial pressure"&gt;mean arterial pressure&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. We shouldn't even be having these lessons put into our brains because it is the Christmas vacation (tomorrow is Christmas eve!!) and our cerebellum and cerebral cortex should be put to rest before the nightmare that is school. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and go to my wife's &lt;a href="http://nullifyapathy.blogspot.com"&gt; blog &lt;/a&gt; for some awesomeness about saliva. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-8473769643943210814?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8473769643943210814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8473769643943210814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8473769643943210814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8473769643943210814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-body-was-shot.html' title='My body was shot.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-4748412405435611154</id><published>2008-12-22T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:11:31.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/SU8bph20DDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mhhjMY-k9XY/s320/Cool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282471288205741106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone truly answer this question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I apologize for the layout change. I just couldn't stop myself from altering it as it seemed quite boring and too white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. You know, I was looking through my old notebooks (they are boring and weird). I saw that once, when I tried on my mother's sunglasses, she gave me a compliment. Then we almost crashed into the walls of a parking lot. They were the ones that went around to get to the next level. &lt;b&gt;Lesson?&lt;/b&gt;: Be careful in complimenting me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean dramas are interesting to watch. Especially if one has to read the subtitles to understand what they are saying. (Thank god for technology and subtitles or else it would take a few years to understand their language.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if I already placed this quote here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Writing is easy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF all else fails and you had to choose an alternative job, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Janitor, timekeeper (if my watch isn't taken away), those people who put groceries into bags (if I still have hands, that is), and a dancer. I'm joking about the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you? And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're okay&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vi7kHvM-ivI"&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vi7kHvM-ivI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vi7kHvM-ivI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-4748412405435611154?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4748412405435611154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=4748412405435611154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4748412405435611154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4748412405435611154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-anyone-truly-answer-this-question.html' title=''/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmIyu3MsPD0/SU8bph20DDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mhhjMY-k9XY/s72-c/Cool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3983426252919468727</id><published>2008-12-21T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:54:48.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing</title><content type='html'>The word &lt;b&gt;CONFUSION&lt;/b&gt; won't even be sufficient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3983426252919468727?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3983426252919468727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3983426252919468727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3983426252919468727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3983426252919468727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-still-alive-but-im-barely-breathing.html' title='I&apos;m still alive but I&apos;m barely breathing'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-1874192774112545034</id><published>2008-12-19T23:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:30:03.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want this to be the post with the most comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no more golden link. ["Aww."&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Tell me about your experiences of the vigil and youth gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your Christmas break activities and plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your feelings about [stuff] and [more stuff].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this receives &lt;u&gt;20 comments&lt;/u&gt;, I will adore you all forever. :)) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This post is for all of you. &lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oohoo. I was hugged many times yesterday and today. xD [Hi, wives. :))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4393849765311383597-1874192774112545034?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1874192774112545034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=1874192774112545034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1874192774112545034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1874192774112545034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-this-to-be-post-with-most.html' title='I want this to be the post with the most comments'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-9185292246860685489</id><published>2008-12-15T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:18:12.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:200;"  &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/4393849765311383597-9185292246860685489?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/9185292246860685489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=9185292246860685489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/9185292246860685489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/9185292246860685489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/heh.html' title='Heh.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8256832609823796839</id><published>2008-12-13T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:32:19.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimmer of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;: What are you writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Nothing of great consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISTATISTIKO:&lt;br /&gt;1. Two hundred forty-six (246) pages of the small notebooks filled up.&lt;br /&gt;-- Sadly, there were too many dates missed and small space to be completely understandable. That's the problem when  you have small memory storage.. in the brain. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Last December 10, twenty five people in our class was (were?) wearing chucks. That's a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. Twelve days until Christmas. No gift shopping has been done. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I don't like judging people (at least, I like thinking that I don't), I really am feeling irritated against a certain group of people. They say after uttering horrible words that they didn't mean it and not to take it personally. However, if they thought about it, their words were personal already for the reason that they went over the boundaries and crossed over to the land of uncomfortable. (This doesn't make sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am horrible. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Version #1:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, our club had a talk about photography. I was still wearing my hoodie backwards and then the speaker asked me what type of photography I liked. I asked Karla, who was next to me, if he was talking to me. The girl behind of me started talking so I wasn't sure I should reply. He first asked, "What's your name?" When I didn't answer he said, "The one with the brown shirt," to which I replied my name (drat.) Then a few minutes later, he refers to me when he goes to the topic of the sun position. :)) I don't know. It was just weird that I was the only one he was talking to (haha) and it was sort of uncomfortable. :| I shouldn't have placed myself in the second row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Version #2:&lt;br /&gt;Speaker: Let's start with you. - looks in my direction - What's your favorite type of photography?&lt;br /&gt;Person behind me: S-- -then she stops-&lt;br /&gt;Speaker: No, you with the brown shirt. What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Me: - turns to Karla and asks silently, Is he talking to me? - [insert my name here]&lt;br /&gt;Speaker: So what's your favorite type of photo&lt;br /&gt;raphy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Still.. Yeah. &lt;acronym title="It's not as funny when I write it down because I can't write but just laugh so that I feel better with myself. :))"&gt;[note]&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. He only asked me. Which is weird because there were a &lt;acronym title="more like fifty."&gt;hundred&lt;/acronym&gt; people in the mini-theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept toppling over his SLR ("Which is worth more than me") and when he took a picture of the mini-theater, I was so cool in it. B-) I was covering the bottom half of my face with my shirt. :&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;acronym title="I realize they don't have the same sequence. Hahaha."&gt;!&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things more interesting, let us place funny quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Porthos dreams of being a bear, and you want to shatter those dreams by saying he's *&lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt;* a dog? What a horrible candle-snuffing word. That's like saying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He can't climb that mountain, he's just a man&lt;/span&gt;", or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's not a diamond, it's just a rock&lt;/span&gt;." Just. " (Finding Neverland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: It seems to me that Peter's trying to grow up too fast. I imagine he thinks that grown-ups don't hurt as deeply as children do when they... when they lose someone. I lost my older brother David when I was just Peter's age, and it nearly destroyed my mother.&lt;br /&gt;2: James, I'm so sorry. Your poor mother. I can't imagine losing a child.&lt;br /&gt;1: She didn't get out of bed for months, she wouldn't eat. I tried everything to make her happy but she only wanted David. So one day I dressed myself in David's clothing and I went to her.&lt;br /&gt;2: You must have frightened her to death.&lt;br /&gt;1: I think it was the first time she ever actually looked at me, and that was the end of the boy James. I used to say to myself he'd gone to Neverland.&lt;br /&gt;2: Where?&lt;br /&gt;1: Neverland. It's a wonderful place...I've not spoken about this before to anyone- ever.&lt;br /&gt;2: What's it like, Neverland?&lt;br /&gt;1: One day I'll take you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the longest blog posts I have fabricated in the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the fatuity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-8256832609823796839?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8256832609823796839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8256832609823796839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8256832609823796839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8256832609823796839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-find-glimmer-of-happiness-in-this.html' title='Glimmer of happiness'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-4792670754014052587</id><published>2008-12-11T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:07:39.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teribol.</title><content type='html'>I AM TRICKING YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not comment anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-4792670754014052587?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4792670754014052587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=4792670754014052587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4792670754014052587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/4792670754014052587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/teribol.html' title='Teribol.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-6571935099314133353</id><published>2008-12-10T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:22:57.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airtight Alibi.</title><content type='html'>Get your worn out brains running again. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list is on a roll (haha, get it?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;acronym title="How ironic."&gt;A little pain never hurt. &lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was reading &lt;acronym title=" Which I didn't think of as bloody or morbid. The word BONES doesn't really bring death or murder into mind.. at least.. for me. :D"&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/acronym&gt; by Alice Sebold and I saw this really awesome word. But then I forgot. (What I would do for a list of cool words.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Let me share something to you. In total confidence, I do not like having dreams. As if real life doesn't mull up my thoughts enough, even in my dreamlike state I have visions that haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;4. Incorrigible ---------&lt;br /&gt;5. I ran out of witty things to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not too much to ask, may I request for all of your opinions and thoughts? Never mind how insignificant to the topic they are. Never mind how silly or odd. I want to hear your sentiments. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(83, 53, 29);"&gt;RUN BEFORE I RUIN YOUR LIVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-6571935099314133353?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6571935099314133353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=6571935099314133353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6571935099314133353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6571935099314133353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/airtight-alibi.html' title='Airtight Alibi.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-2710650460195422085</id><published>2008-12-08T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:48:21.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapos na ang oras ko.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hihinto na ako. Nakakahiya ang mga pinaglalagay ko rito sa pahina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ibang lugar, tiyak na maeengganyo kayo. Hindi lang dito. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nullifyapathy.blogspot.com/"&gt; Ekis &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://want-wit.blogspot.com/"&gt; Dalawa &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://raikun11.blogspot.com/"&gt; Kotsenglalaki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat. -yuko-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, kung gusto niyo akong pasayahin, magkwento kayo : &lt;a href="http://sinisterknots.blogspot.com"&gt; :D &lt;/a&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/4393849765311383597-2710650460195422085?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2710650460195422085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=2710650460195422085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2710650460195422085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/2710650460195422085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/tapos-na-ang-oras-ko.html' title='Tapos na ang oras ko.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-1749629051832399692</id><published>2008-12-06T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:37:02.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When being direct has become too cliche</title><content type='html'>[Part deleted here.] Sorry, MB. :)) I should have asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 7, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayan. May maisusulat na ako rito&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sana para sa sanaysay na lang mayroon&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's odd how some people say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matalino ka naman, isipin mo na lang&lt;/span&gt;," when I don't understand a particular point in topics not school related. I mean, okay, I can probably understand school stuff (after some time discerning them), but with real life (because real life excludes school), I'm totally clueless. Friendship, crushes, love, boys, feelings, relationships, and even talents - these are subjects I don't dwell on. It hurts my head when I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, academically-successful people (since for some reason you classify me in that particular category when I expected to be placed under emotionally-challenged) are not immediately wise or knowledgeable about that world. They may know Quantum Psychics or the square root of pi, but they &lt;s&gt;don't&lt;/s&gt; might not know about the ups and downs of romance, how to maintain good relationships, or how to throw a basketball. School and life must not be mixed. That's why I say while we're in school, we don't have a life. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hastily written on a piece of &lt;acronym title="one whole"&gt;size one&lt;/acronym&gt; with a bleeding hand. By that I mean, a hand with blood coursing through it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the parentheses. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-1749629051832399692?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1749629051832399692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=1749629051832399692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1749629051832399692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/1749629051832399692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/httpwww.html' title='When being direct has become too cliche'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-613454789711390114</id><published>2008-12-05T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:00:35.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, Yelena! How are you? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Like most Fridays, this day was a gruesome one, piled with multiple tests or quizzes. At least lunch was fun. That was the most enjoyment I had for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate dreaming. You know how some get much more intricate, complicated, or disturbing that you wish you could turn off some sort of button to stop all of them? I do.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hm. This person is not good with clues or hints. It's either you say it outright or I have no idea. Or I'm just really good at "feeling" thing. xD Whut.&lt;br /&gt;4. I WANT TO SEE HOW YOU WRITE, X. :P&lt;br /&gt;5. The way you belittle yourself is getting a bit annoying. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;6. Try proving this theory: Certain people greet you more when you're alone.&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the point of dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't ask for money, CA! :))&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall be updated when I can think of wittier thoughts that don't consist of only one sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0Didthatmakesense?o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-613454789711390114?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/613454789711390114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=613454789711390114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/613454789711390114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/613454789711390114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-yelena-how-are-you-d-like-most.html' title=''/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-8077067337098842466</id><published>2008-12-01T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:27:04.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEH.</title><content type='html'>If you had cared enough you would have seen it. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-8077067337098842466?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8077067337098842466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=8077067337098842466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8077067337098842466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/8077067337098842466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/meh.html' title='MEH.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-6096284333064960025</id><published>2008-11-28T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:08:30.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[It's time to get some sentimentality in! xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the words above, this is a blank area. Words are strung together, sometimes awkwardly, to make a sentence. &lt;b&gt;Sense&lt;/b&gt; is always the priority. No one would want to read something not understandable. The second priority is &lt;b&gt;humor&lt;/b&gt;. There is no such luck for me; truthfully, my humor (was it even present before?) is drying out. For others, wit comes naturally. They need not stretch things or conjure up some nonsense to get laughs. Third is &lt;b&gt;interest and compatibility&lt;/b&gt; with the audience. It's not that easy to have everyone agree or relate with what you say. You should either know them personally or be lucky enough to have some commonality with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact that all the human beings in the world are misunderstood. Do you think you know someone well enough to condemn them for being the opposite of peacemakers, the purest of people, or the infamously discriminated? Think again. As much as that last sentence didn't make sense, it's true that one cannot truly know a person. No matter how long you talk on the phone. No matter how many times you spend together. No matter what experiences you've had. There are still hidden matters and untold sentiments piled up inside brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you know me well enough and I will &lt;acronym title ="choke, strangle, suffocate"&gt;throttle&lt;/acronym&gt; you with the stick I'm holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you could suggest anything to the administrative team of your school and have it approved the moment you utter it, what would it be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to that query is this: a large board for every year level. Once a week, the teachers must meet and discuss when and what the students' assignments will be. Then they all post theirs, making sure the schedules don't intersect. They arrange them accordingly, having only five&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;short&lt;/b&gt; assignments per day and three appropriately lengthed quizzes. This will assure that all the days of the school week will have the sufficing amount that all the students will accomplish. Plus, it will thrill us because no day will be too busy. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-6096284333064960025?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6096284333064960025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=6096284333064960025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6096284333064960025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/6096284333064960025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-time-to-get-some-sentimentality-in.html' title=''/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-7522291662064892599</id><published>2008-11-26T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:51:08.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible.</title><content type='html'>Must. Not. Think. At. All. &lt;span style="color: rgb(83, 53, 29);font-size:78%;" &gt;about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;She heard his footsteps coming into the empty room. The soft sound surrounded the room, being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;emphasized more and more until they finally stopped a few feet away from her. Her back was turned to him, thin fingers clutching at the edge of her seat. She had stiffened from anxiousness. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn, damn, damn,&lt;/span&gt; she mentally shrieked in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made known his presence through a small cough. The girl slowly turned in her seat, praying that her expression wouldn't betray her. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Moving on. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;THIS IS THE COLOR RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://sinisterknots.blogspot.com"&gt;THiS IS NOT A DRILL&lt;/a&gt;&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/4393849765311383597-7522291662064892599?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7522291662064892599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=7522291662064892599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/7522291662064892599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/7522291662064892599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/11/terrible.html' title='Terrible.'/><author><name>LEE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4393849765311383597.post-3676970901245862024</id><published>2008-11-24T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:22:06.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horripilations, anyone? (Following your lead.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven’t you told them yet?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the worst psychological torture you can imaging suffering? (Anything causing even minor physical injury should not be considered.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you like to know the precise date of your death?&lt;a href="http://www.vancecaesar.com/resources/coaching-materials/networking-questions-to-connect.html"&gt;--&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I hope it's okay I took your question as an example for these. I think we got them from the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Am I that heartless?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One concrete example of how cruel I am is that I test people. I try to put them in a position where they can't refuse to be nice; where they just need to crack under the pressure or anger. Yes, I could have other methods to acquire information, but I'm not that eloquent or obvious. The words would just come out all muddled. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For brevity the following sentences have been omitted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish me to answer the queries so conveniently typed above, then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4393849765311383597-3676970901245862024?l=recklessmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3676970901245862024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4393849765311383597&amp;postID=3676970901245862024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3676970901245862024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4393849765311383597/posts/default/3676970901245862024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklessmotion.blogspot.com/2008/11/following-your-lead.html' title='Horripilations, anyone? 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