<?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-5271780168141004932</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:24:09.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internal Rumours</title><subtitle type='html'>Tim. Timmy. Timmily
4.26.1992
Christian
1st year college</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-5812952028818552923</id><published>2009-08-09T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:31:40.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weeeew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going crazy right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priorities all messed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to church a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not as close as I want to be with God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things running through my head right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 "thesis" or final projects to pass within this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finals is rapidly approaching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st week of september I think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some subjects might make it earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things to type, do, research, and think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup. Smile lang :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not... just remembered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have 2 quizzes in graphing this week with 6 more plates to do... =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... :D School stuff are just little things in life :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God... please... help me have that first love I once had with You... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That everlasting burning passion... For You, Lord... For You alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-5812952028818552923?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/5812952028818552923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/08/weeeew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/5812952028818552923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/5812952028818552923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/08/weeeew.html' title=''/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-1403123402746962019</id><published>2009-07-06T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:48:15.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A line that can never be crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A goal that can never be reached. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adage "So close and yet so far" really hits the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tunnel just doesn't seem to end. Not even a glimpse of light seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that unreachable? That unattainable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless days of striving to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all my efforts for naught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I labor, toil, and struggle with no assurance of ever reaching it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no gain for me here other than temporary happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I surrender and raise the white flag in this pointless endeavor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this ought to compel me - to drive irresistibly 'till every drop of blood is dried in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will soon tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-1403123402746962019?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/1403123402746962019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/07/line-that-can-never-be-crossed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/1403123402746962019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/1403123402746962019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/07/line-that-can-never-be-crossed.html' title=''/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-1883403490850430539</id><published>2009-07-06T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:12:22.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singing, shouting, smiles, cries everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashes of light here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes clouded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this feeling? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such serenity and joy I see. Never have I before seen such beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, everything vanishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am left dumbfounded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-1883403490850430539?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/1883403490850430539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/07/singing-shouting-smiles-cries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/1883403490850430539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/1883403490850430539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/07/singing-shouting-smiles-cries.html' title=''/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-5837055899661162768</id><published>2009-07-04T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:49:35.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The college life.. I don't quite understand it, but I feel it. From high school to college.. the transition period was just so fast. Everyone now is minding their own business. It's just you and your college life right? Hahaha ... well.. 'till I meet my high school friends again. The joy will appear in an instant when I see any one of them, that I am truely sure. Treasure your friends, you'll never regret and forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-5837055899661162768?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/5837055899661162768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/07/college-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/5837055899661162768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/5837055899661162768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/07/college-life.html' title=''/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-5311289373121806368</id><published>2009-06-23T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:26:08.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PISSED! WTH? Spending so much for internet and this is what i get? sheessssh... what's wrong with my internet nowadays... If I go ol in ym or even use the internet, i would be disconnected in less than 5 minutes! -.-" I can reconnect maybe like 20 minutes after... sheesh... hays... If people chat in ym i cant even see it... T.T Oh well, busy myself with studies nlng... grrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-5311289373121806368?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/5311289373121806368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/06/pissed-wth-spending-so-much-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/5311289373121806368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/5311289373121806368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/06/pissed-wth-spending-so-much-for.html' title=''/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-5928794100166093091</id><published>2009-06-22T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:12:52.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!@#$% .... There's something wrong with me, seriously. Everytime we have a math SW i always copy at least 1 number wrong, it really sucks. We had a math quiz today, i took my time because i thought i had a lot, and the prof didnt say how much time was left, she then said pass your papers and i was like "O.O WTH?!" Furthermore, the prof got mad at us kay some people went out and stood, others talked and didn't listen, so she gave us another long SW. I got so depressed that i just kept writing, not thinking, and again, I copied the last numebr wrong... !@#$.... gaaah... I really hate my mel side since i get depressed easily =/ One of my blockmates said "Tim, sayang kase matalino ka pero mata mo, bobo." :)) oh well... Fili quiz tom... I'm gonna die, still need to do some chores and I'm here blogging. Been really down lately, although I put a smile on my face. &lt;br /&gt;Things to do from now on:&lt;br /&gt;1. Take Math supeeeeeer seriously&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy binoculars ... nag glasses pa gyud ko&lt;br /&gt;3. Be productive from now on and never loaf around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooo.... dota is tempting me -.-" My only solution to depression :)) :D&lt;br /&gt;I hate this day =/ Good thing tomorrow's always gonna be a brand new day :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Except during FILKOMU... Hell just falls down and hits you hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-5928794100166093091?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/5928794100166093091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/5928794100166093091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/5928794100166093091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-1567810132455790721</id><published>2009-06-20T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:39:22.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... it's been a long time since I last blogged about anything. Hm... I had only one subject today, CWTS. It was from 9:00-12:00. We talked about our community exposure for next week, what to do, where to meet, etc. We ended one hour early and since it was still 11, everyone was bored. &lt;br /&gt;The guys decided to play dota.... well, I decided to play with them just once. I found out that some of the guys were gonna go drink :)) I told them I'll play dota ahead nlng with a few other guys. The guys finally decided they wont go drinking :)) wow.... but they decided to smoke instead.... -.-" Well at least it was for like 3 mins only.. hahahaha. When we finally played dota... wow... lots of bad words were flying everywhere, but over-all we had lots of fun laughing. &lt;br /&gt;I went back to my condo after and got bored. I studied, studied math again, studied AGAIN... and after doing that for like 3 hours, I decided to go out. Going to the rooftop, nice breeze.... hahaha nice view. I then went to starbucks to order Dark Frapp! woot woot! :)) :)) I really dont like it when they misspell my name... it really sucks :)) The first time was Kim.... I thought they thought I was korean, so it was fine... then this time, they wrote Dim?? What in the world is that!! Who would name their kid Dim???? My sis said it stood for Dimbo...didn't understand but she kept laughing... :| Oh well :)) Oh yeah! When I went back to my condo, to my room, I forgot to get straw since I my mind was so preoccupied from the Dim thing. So we and my sis kept laughing kay we didn't know what to use to drink! I thought of using a spoon but it would be weird... Ty gyud chels for the starbucks tumbler! hahhaha... there was a straw man diay sa tumbler... used it! Just kept laughing.... xD&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special really happened today, I just felt like I really needed to blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;Bahala mo oi, di gyud ko mag tagalog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-1567810132455790721?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/1567810132455790721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/1567810132455790721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/1567810132455790721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-988191077094498902</id><published>2009-06-13T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:28:19.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND POTENTIAL SURVEY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.dapat ba maganda/gwapo?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. matalino?&lt;br /&gt;- In the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. preferred age?&lt;br /&gt;- Same age or a few years younger, max of 3 or 4 xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;- almost my heigh or shorter by a few inches xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;- Corny people are boring... like me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;- Ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;- Doi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;- o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. mushy or no?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;- Doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Moreno/a or chinito/a or mestizo/a?&lt;br /&gt;- Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;- Long! xD ang ang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;- styro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;- Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;- Not in a million years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;- Water lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. girl/boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;- Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Musically inclined?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;- Ok ra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;- Acoustic would be better... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;- ok ra pud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;- Marc-vain? NO way!!!! Peace mac xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;- Okai ra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;- For now ok ra... in the future? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;- Ok ra..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good girl/boy?&lt;br /&gt;- Rebel type... but can be good sometimes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;- Acsive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;- Is this thin or fat? or when it comes to dancing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;- Both.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Suplado/a?&lt;br /&gt;- uhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;- ok ra... basta not too serious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't all girls have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Torpe?&lt;br /&gt;- there is suck things for girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Ms./Mr. count-my-ex-bf/gf-until-you-drop?&lt;br /&gt;- O.O hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;- Hahahhaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;- Ok ra... not too much though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Ms./Mr. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhh.... I dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Makulit?&lt;br /&gt;- Noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;- Huh? No way mahn! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;-uhhh... ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Serious?&lt;br /&gt;- Noooooooooo..... our kids will be like :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;- No thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Painter ..?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;- Loves God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Alaskador?&lt;br /&gt;- Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;- Chat lang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;- To say I love you? English would be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Loyal o faithful?&lt;br /&gt;- Faithful xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-988191077094498902?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/988191077094498902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/06/girlfriendboyfriend-potential-survey-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/988191077094498902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/988191077094498902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/06/girlfriendboyfriend-potential-survey-1.html' title=''/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-5586095042731497175</id><published>2009-05-12T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:14:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PzFKqFeIrM/SglZFj1xKdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JzIr238wXOE/s1600-h/schedule.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PzFKqFeIrM/SglZFj1xKdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JzIr238wXOE/s320/schedule.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334893185652042194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PzFKqFeIrM/SglZ8DKLc_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7wUog32RMzk/s1600-h/scheds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 36px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PzFKqFeIrM/SglZ8DKLc_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7wUog32RMzk/s320/scheds.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334894121772086258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaah... Tight schedule for me during wednesdays :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-5586095042731497175?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/5586095042731497175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/05/schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/5586095042731497175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/5586095042731497175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/05/schedule.html' title='Schedule'/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PzFKqFeIrM/SglZFj1xKdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JzIr238wXOE/s72-c/schedule.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-9074417890461409309</id><published>2009-05-04T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:55:32.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come What May 2</title><content type='html'>Weird Feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It's a Monday afternoon. I look out my window and stare at the perfect blue skies with awesome clouds.. &lt;br /&gt;Memories just rushing back.. the good times I've had when I was here in Cebu.&lt;br /&gt;In two days time, I'll be out of my most favorite place in the world. &lt;br /&gt;Manila. Here I come.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Owl City's songs aren't making me feel any better, if not, they're making memories run to me like a speeding freight train or something :|&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.... There's only two things to look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;College...&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;December..... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........Come what may..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-9074417890461409309?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/9074417890461409309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-what-may-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/9074417890461409309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/9074417890461409309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-what-may-2.html' title='Come What May 2'/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-288278919277654613</id><published>2009-05-03T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:00:26.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity</title><content type='html'>Helloooooo again!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to blog about ANOTHER stupid blog. Did I just say stupid? Yes, I did :| Read again kuno...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!!! I got really bored and so I wanted to put something in my blog... I couldn't think of anything... &lt;br /&gt;And you know what? &lt;br /&gt;Some random person: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I stared at my blog for like .... 5 minutes.... just staring...&lt;br /&gt;Some random person: WTH??&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah! I know right?! Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;Staring that long at my blog has its benefits you know....&lt;br /&gt;Some random person: Like what? /:) &lt;br /&gt;Me: I got to memorize Gir's dance!!! Look to the top right side of my blog... he's there... just dancing to the song :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random person: Uhuh.... Whatever....&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup. Anyway... I decided to try it... dancing what Gir was dancing... to different kinds of songs.... slow, fast, or whatever... Man, was it fun! xD &lt;br /&gt;I felt really stupid after though... but hey? Who said you can't enjoy life doing silly things? If you're reading this stupid blog... I suggest you to try the dance as well.. You know... just experience the stupidity I was feeling while doing the dance.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......and if you really did what I just told you.... IDOL!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Timmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-288278919277654613?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/288278919277654613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupidity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/288278919277654613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/288278919277654613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity'/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-1284308937443688818</id><published>2009-05-01T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:49:28.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Contest</title><content type='html'>Helllow! &lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to blog about something stupid. ok? :D&lt;br /&gt;(You have been warned. It's really a stupid blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have a pet dog that's a breed of both Shih Tzu and Poodle, in short... ShitPoo :D (Well, that's what my sister said... so.. oh well!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his name is Joey. He's quite hyper especially when you have to go down to get food. Since he wants to eat or lick anything you're munching... you have to run like a sissy girl, close the door, and ignore his barking and weeping! Since Joey runs faster than a sissy girl.. you have to be witty or run faster... (I'm sorry but I don't think anything is faster than whatever is faster than a running sissy girl) Anyway, I decided to have a race with Joey, you know... to see who's faster &gt;:) My heart was beating quite loudly, I knew Joey could hear it... but I could hear the crowd cheering for me... no one cared about a shitpoo.. *smug* so I had the advantage &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;3...&lt;br /&gt;2...&lt;br /&gt;1...&lt;br /&gt;Go!&lt;br /&gt;We raced off to my room... I took as big steps as I could... ran as fast as I could.. I knew I had the lead...then when I finally reached my room, I closed the door!(I guess I ran faster than whatever was faster than a running sissy girl) &gt;:) Mwahahaha ... Hershey's Chocolate tastes good man! :D I won of course. And if i lost, I would just carry Joey and let someone carry him so that I could go to my room safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid story ain't it? Told you so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-1284308937443688818?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/1284308937443688818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/05/helllow-i-just-wanted-to-blog-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/1284308937443688818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/1284308937443688818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/05/helllow-i-just-wanted-to-blog-about.html' title='Running Contest'/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-9107594262063500963</id><published>2009-05-01T00:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:44:14.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come What May</title><content type='html'>I'm really happy with what happened today....&lt;br /&gt;Did things I never thought I could do.. &lt;br /&gt;But with encouragement.... who knew? :D &lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... &lt;br /&gt;No words can really describe how I feel.... &lt;br /&gt;So.... &lt;br /&gt;Come What May... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;- Anais Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-9107594262063500963?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/9107594262063500963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-what-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/9107594262063500963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/9107594262063500963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-what-may.html' title='Come What May'/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-6111396414744351390</id><published>2009-04-29T23:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:46:57.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Weird Words</title><content type='html'>22 Words That Don't Exist But Should:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. AQUADEXTROUS - adj. Possessing the ability to turn the bathroom faucet on and off with your toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. CARPERPETUATION - n. The act, when vacuuming, of running over a string or a piece of lint at least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it up, examining it, then putting it back down to give the vacuum one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DISCONFECT - v. To sterilize a piece of candy you dropped on the floor by blowing on it, assuming this will somehow "remove" all the germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ELBONICS - n. The actions of two people maneuvering for one armrest in a movie theater (airplane).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. FRUST - n. The small line of debris that refuses to be swept onto the dust pan and keep backing a person across the room until he finally decides to give up and sweep it under the rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. LACTOMANGULATION - n. Manhandling the "open here" spout on a milk container so badly that one has to resort to the "illegal" side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. PEPPIER - n. The waiter at a fancy restaurant whose sole purpose seems to be walking around asking diners if they want ground pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. PHONESIA - n. The affliction of dialing a phone number and forgetting whom you were calling just as they answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. PUPKUS - n. The moist residue left on a window after a dog presses its nose to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. TELECRASTINATION - n. The act of always letting the phone ring at least twice before you pick it up, even when you're only six inches away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Accordionated - adj. Being able to drive and refold a road map at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Aeropalmics - n. The study of wind resistance conducted by holding a cupped hand out the car window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Mummabolic Chorus - n. When three or more people are singing along to a tune and suddenly discover they are all faking their way through the unintelligible lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Narcolepulacy - n. The contagious action of yawning, causing everyone in sight to also yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Oreosis - n. The practice of eating the cream center of an Oreo before eating the cookie outsides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Pajangle - n. Condition of waking up with your pajamas turned 180 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Prestofrigeration - n. The peculiar habit, when searching for a snack, of constantly returning to&lt;br /&gt;the refrigerator in hopes that something new will have materialized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Rignition - n. The embarrassing action of trying to start one's car with the engine already running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Sark - n. The marks left on one's ankle after wearing tube socks all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Turfigee and Pedigee - n. The two extreme target points of a rotary lawn sprinkler, TURFIGEE being the safest point at which to walk past, PEDIGEE being the most dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Tanumbum - n. The sorry side of the Christmas tree that gets placed toward the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Wondracide - v. The act of mangling a piece of soft white bread with a pat of cold butter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-6111396414744351390?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/6111396414744351390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/04/22-weird-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/6111396414744351390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/6111396414744351390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/04/22-weird-words.html' title='22 Weird Words'/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-267815934128328373</id><published>2009-04-29T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:25:41.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobias</title><content type='html'>========================&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Ablutophobia- Fear of washing or bathing&lt;br /&gt;Aerophobia- Fear of swallowing air&lt;br /&gt;Ambulophobia- Fear of walking&lt;br /&gt;Anablephobia- Fear of looking up&lt;br /&gt;Anemophobia- Fear of wind&lt;br /&gt;Anthrophobia- Fear of flowers&lt;br /&gt;Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth&lt;br /&gt;Arithmophobia- Fear of numbers&lt;br /&gt;Aulophobia- Fear of flutes&lt;br /&gt;Auroraphobia- Fear of Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;Barophobia- Fear of gravity&lt;br /&gt;Basophobia- Fear of walking&lt;br /&gt;Batophobia- Fear of being close to high buildings&lt;br /&gt;Bibliophobia- Fear of books&lt;br /&gt;Blennophobia- Fear of slime&lt;br /&gt;Bogyphobia- Fear of the bogeyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;Cathisophobia- Fear of sitting&lt;br /&gt;Catoptrophobia- Fear of mirrors&lt;br /&gt;Chaetophobia- Fear of hair&lt;br /&gt;Chionophobia- Fear of snow&lt;br /&gt;Chromatophobia- Fear of colors&lt;br /&gt;Chronophobia- Fear of time&lt;br /&gt;Chronomentrophobia- Fear of clocks&lt;br /&gt;Cibophobia- Fear of food&lt;br /&gt;Clinophobia- Fear of going to bed&lt;br /&gt;Cnidophobia- Fear of string&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;Deciophobia- Fear of making decisions&lt;br /&gt;Dendrophobia- Fear of trees&lt;br /&gt;Dextrophobia- Fear of objects at the right side of the body&lt;br /&gt;Didaskaleinophobia- Fear of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;Eisoptrophobia- Fear of mirrors&lt;br /&gt;Eleutherophobia- Fear of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Eosophobia- Fear of daylight&lt;br /&gt;Epistemophobia- Fear of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Ergophobia- Fear of work&lt;br /&gt;Ereuthophobia- Fear of the color red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;Geliophobia- Fear of laughter&lt;br /&gt;Geniophobia- Fear of chins&lt;br /&gt;Genuphobia- Fear of knees&lt;br /&gt;Geumaphobia- Fear of taste&lt;br /&gt;Gnosiophobia- Fear of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Graphophobia- Fear of writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;Heliophobia- Fear of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Helmintophobia- Fear of being infested with worms&lt;br /&gt;Hemophobia- Fear of blood&lt;br /&gt;Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words&lt;br /&gt;Homichlophobia- Fear of fog&lt;br /&gt;Hypnophobia- Fear of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Ichthyophobia- Fear of fish&lt;br /&gt;Ideophobia- Fear of ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;Kainophobia- Fear of anything new&lt;br /&gt;Kathisophobia- Fear of sitting down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;Lachanophobia- Fear of vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Leukophobia- Fear of the color white&lt;br /&gt;Levophobia- Fear of objects to the left side of the body&lt;br /&gt;Linonophobia- Fear of string&lt;br /&gt;Logophobia- Fear of words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;Melanophobia- Fear of the color black&lt;br /&gt;Melophobia- Fear of music&lt;br /&gt;Metrophobia- Fear of poetry&lt;br /&gt;Mnemophobia- Fear of memories&lt;br /&gt;Mottephobia- Fear of moths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;Nebulaphobia- Fear of fog&lt;br /&gt;Neophobia- Fear of anything new&lt;br /&gt;Nephophobia- Fear of clouds&lt;br /&gt;Nomatophobia- Fear of names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;Octophobia- Fear of the number 8&lt;br /&gt;Ommetaphobia- Fear of eyes&lt;br /&gt;Owlsillycityphobia - Fear of Owl City&lt;br /&gt;Oneirophobia- Fear of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Ophthalmophobia- Fear of opening one’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ostraconophobia- Fear of shellfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;Panophobia- Fear of everything&lt;br /&gt;Papyrophobia- Fear of paper&lt;br /&gt;Paraskavedekatriaphobia- Fear of Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;Peladophobia- Fear of bald people&lt;br /&gt;Phengophobia- Fear of daylight&lt;br /&gt;Phobophobia- Fear of fear&lt;br /&gt;Photophobia- Fear of light&lt;br /&gt;Phronemophobia- Fear of thinking&lt;br /&gt;Pogonophobia- Fear of beards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;Sciophobia- Fear of shadows&lt;br /&gt;Scolionophobia- Fear of school&lt;br /&gt;Selenophobia- Fear of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Siderophobia- Fear of stars&lt;br /&gt;Sitophobia- Fear of food&lt;br /&gt;Sophophobia- Fear of learning&lt;br /&gt;Stasibasiphobia- Fear of walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;Thaasophobia- Fear of sitting&lt;br /&gt;Trichopathophobia- Fear of hair&lt;br /&gt;Triskadekaphobia- Fear of the number 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;Verbophobia- Fear of words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;Xanthophobia- Fear of the color yellow&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry for those people with fear of blogs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-267815934128328373?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/267815934128328373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/04/phobias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/267815934128328373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/267815934128328373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/04/phobias.html' title='Phobias'/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-6326313861118488872</id><published>2009-04-26T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:43:21.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag by Chelsea</title><content type='html'>TAGGED BY SQUID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: Coke&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: Earl?&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: Coldplay - Life in Technicolor.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: Hm...hmmmm.......Graduation too I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER…&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice? Not even once&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on? No&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it? I don't I even kissed&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special? Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed? Yup&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS&lt;br /&gt;12. Green&lt;br /&gt;13. Silver&lt;br /&gt;14. Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU…&lt;br /&gt;15. Made new friends? Nope... don't think so&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love? No....&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried? A lot... xD&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you? I can name a few :D&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were? Yessssss....&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you? in what way? good or bad? No, because then,    they would be bad gossipers...&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have? 3 or 4&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets? Dog. Shitpoo. Super Annoying&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name? Nope&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday? Smile and laugh all day. :D&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today? 9:00&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night? Chatting&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your father? 40 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;31. What are the things you wish you could change about your life? Me being less critical.&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now? Generation Unleashed - He Lives&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? Nope&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;35. Music or sports? Music&lt;br /&gt;36. What’s your real name? Timothy Scott&lt;br /&gt;37. Relationship Status? Single&lt;br /&gt;38. Zodiac sign? Taurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Male or female: Male&lt;br /&gt;40. Elementary School: BCS/PCGS&lt;br /&gt;41. High School: BCS&lt;br /&gt;42. University/College: La Salle&lt;br /&gt;43. Hair color: Black&lt;br /&gt;44. Long or short: Short.&lt;br /&gt;45. Height: 5'6 - 5'7&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you have a crush on someone: Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;47. What do you like about yourself: I'm human.&lt;br /&gt;48. Piercings: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;49. Tattoos: None.&lt;br /&gt;50. Righty or lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;51. First surgery: Eyes, I think.&lt;br /&gt;52. First piercing: I just said none.....&lt;br /&gt;53. First tattoo: I just said none you booooob....&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: I have bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: Badminton&lt;br /&gt;56. First pet: Dog&lt;br /&gt;57. First vacation: America?&lt;br /&gt;58. First concert: I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;59. First crush: Don't think I remember.&lt;br /&gt;60. First alcohol drink: Wine? Which they told me was iced tea :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;61. Eating: No&lt;br /&gt;62. Drinking: Water&lt;br /&gt;63. I'm about to: Go crazy answering these many questions.&lt;br /&gt;64. Listening to: Generation Unleashed - He Lives&lt;br /&gt;65. Waiting for: 4:00 to go to church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;66. Want kids? Yup, especially an innocent daughter xD&lt;br /&gt;67. Want to get married? Yup&lt;br /&gt;68. Careers in mind? Engineer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;69. Lips or eyes? Eyes&lt;br /&gt;70. Hugs or kisses? Oh....my..... I don't know..... Hugs I think&lt;br /&gt;71. Shorter or taller? Medium?&lt;br /&gt;72. Older or Younger? Doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;73. Romantic or spontaneous? Romantic? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;74. Nice stomach or nice arms? Stomach? I don't know.. What kind of questions are these???&lt;br /&gt;75. Tattoos or piercings? Piercing, on the ear of course.&lt;br /&gt;76. Sensitive or loud? Any would be fine :D&lt;br /&gt;77. Hook-up or relationship? Well duh, of course the latter&lt;br /&gt;78. Trouble maker or hesitant? I think hesitant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER…&lt;br /&gt;79. Kissed a stranger? No&lt;br /&gt;80. Drank hard liquor? No.&lt;br /&gt;81. Lost glasses/contacts? A lot :D&lt;br /&gt;82. Sex on first date? WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;83. Broken someone's heart? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your own heart broken? No&lt;br /&gt;85. Been arrested? Nope&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down? Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died? Don't remember&lt;br /&gt;88. Had a friend turn into a crush? Uhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN…&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles? Of Course!!!!&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight? No&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven? Yes&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Claus? I want to. XD&lt;br /&gt;94. Kissing on the first date? No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;95. Angels? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;96. Is there one person you want to be with right now? Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;97. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? Never even had one&lt;br /&gt;98. Do you believe it’s possible to remain faithful forever? Yes, that's why there's such a thing as marriage -.-"&lt;br /&gt;99. What's the one thing you cannot live without? God, of course :D&lt;br /&gt;100. Heaven or Hell? Who the heck wants to go to Hell? -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271780168141004932-6326313861118488872?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/6326313861118488872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/04/tag-by-chelsea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/6326313861118488872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/6326313861118488872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/04/tag-by-chelsea.html' title='Tag by Chelsea'/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-6593168267719963535</id><published>2009-04-25T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:33:27.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love This Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today. Was. Awesome. Hmmmm.... I was told by my mother-dearest and my annoying sister that I had to go somewhere. My lying sister told me she had to help Monique........ -.- with the enrollment stuff for USC. She said she needed to explain it face-to-face because it's easier that way, so I agreed. I was heck embarassed since I had to dress all formal and stuff because of my sister.... -.-" Anyway, Mon told us that she left her stuff with Kathleen who, apparently, was in the Clubhouse... When we finally reached there... their surprise was ruined since I found out they were not the best people for stealth... but the best friends since they did a lot for me o.o I mean... A LOT. We decided to leave the clubhouse since it was blackout and REALLY hot. Many people asked why I was all..... formal...... -.-" Anyway, we wen't to Chelsea's house and ate their... lots of pizzas... and an awesome cake (smug)... which they made me blow like.... five times? :| Anyway, the weirdest thing I received was lemon flavored C2... I love it really.... except I didn't expect it to be twice the normal size!!! (1 Liter -.-") We then talked about anything and everything.....  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks guys for everything! You guys really did a lot just for this small occasion :)) Your efforts were not wasted :D Best Bday ever had! hahaha. Thanks also to the three evil genius masterminds who planned this and Squiddow for the place :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Happy Happy Happy Happy Birthday to Atchi Jon and Hennessy! :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/5271780168141004932-6593168267719963535?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/6593168267719963535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/6593168267719963535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/6593168267719963535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='Love This Day'/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271780168141004932.post-6088281083971281371</id><published>2009-04-20T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:33:42.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>James' Bday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was James' birthday! It was weird since the meeting time was 12nn at ayala. I woke up at 11:45! I rushed liked crazy.... and found out people were still on their way to the mall. I decided to join Nigel, Clarence, and Maureen since they were finding a gift for James, too. Monique then showed up and we told Clarence to meet up with James since he was the only one who had a gift. Me and Monique found a nice shirt for James in Human. We found a nice shirt for Mariann,too! It said "I love my self". Since the shirt was for guys, we decided not to buy it. Me and Mon almost left James' gift after we payed. Each of us thought the other got the shirt already, apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all ate at Casa Verde for lunch. The weirdest thing happened! We saw one of the choreographers from Buwan ng Wika as one of the waiters there! We couldn't help but just keep laughing xD All of us were shivering since the place was soooooo cold!  We then went to Bench to buy Nigel's and Maureen's gift for James. We also saw Peter Lim in McDo and he decided to go with us. While others were shopping, Clarence, Albert, and Mon were all having this "Find the most gays" contest. After buying the gift, we decided to go to SBC to just chill and relax a bit. Peter had to go, then Bonbon left too. We took quite a long time deciding what to buy since we wanted to use the coupons Patty gave us.... Later on, I had to leave too.&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/5271780168141004932-6088281083971281371?l=p0key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/feeds/6088281083971281371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/04/james-bday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/6088281083971281371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271780168141004932/posts/default/6088281083971281371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p0key.blogspot.com/2009/04/james-bday.html' title='James&apos; Bday!'/><author><name>pookey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270724396072044513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
