<?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-3120382</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:22:48.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>da journey begins here</title><subtitle type='html'>concentrate with the present...........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-109497033113171940</id><published>2004-09-11T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T23:25:31.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Lately.. ]Well, what happened so far? Yesterday my friend invited us to go to Ranch 99 and eat. After that we went to play CounterStrike. Again, I sucked at this game. I should not probably be playing this game again, but I love it so who cares. Today, I was just going to drop off my Hon's xeroz copy of our lecture in Psychology but to my surprise, her parents gave her permission to hang with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/109497033113171940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/109497033113171940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109497033113171940' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-109462415857233675</id><published>2004-09-07T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:26:22.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Labor Day ]Well, yesterday was one of those three day weekends days in the USA. I always been looking forward for this days because as you know life here in the states is hectic and an additional day off plus the weekends is always a great thing. SO, what did I do yesterday. Well, meet my Hon at the mall with some of my friends and they bought some sale clothes since is the Labor Day weekend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/109462415857233675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/109462415857233675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109462415857233675' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-109444271725180269</id><published>2004-09-05T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T20:55:27.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[++]Hinahanap ng Pusopasensya na aking mahaldi naman ako magtatagalnais ko lamang marinig mo ang bawat nilalamanng puso kong ito inaalay ko sayodinggin mo sanang mga sinasabi ng awitin kopilitin mang ibaling at sa iba'y isalinay di malimot ang halimuyak na hatid ng hanginnung una kang makita hindi makapaniwalaparang panaginip at langit aking nadaramanais kong malaman mong ika'w ay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/109444271725180269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/109444271725180269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109444271725180269' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-108590422458363789</id><published>2004-05-30T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T01:03:44.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Hi Hi ]I'm still alive...................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/108590422458363789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/108590422458363789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108590422458363789' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-108313345806290589</id><published>2004-04-27T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T23:27:22.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Lately.... ]As you can see, I have not been updating this blog lately. My time is occupied with school and my ^Hon^. Eating, watching, tripping and a lot more are just few things I've been doing as of late. I just want to write something so that this blog won't be extinct, I'm planning on keeping this blog for a while so that in the future I have something to look back upon. Well, I guess </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/108313345806290589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/108313345806290589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108313345806290589' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-108123616031097640</id><published>2004-04-06T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T00:25:22.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Baseball ]Finally, after almost 6 months of no baseball, basellball is back. Can't wait to see what will be the outcome for the Giants this season. GO GIANTS!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/108123616031097640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/108123616031097640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108123616031097640' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-108080176282472188</id><published>2004-03-31T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T22:45:41.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[++] Through It AllI used to think that lonely was what I'd always beI used to lie awake at night afraid of facing my fearBut I found my strength, the very day that I found youMy guiding light, just like a fairy tale come trueMy self-esteem was low, but just like supermanYou took me by the hand made me understandShowed me happiness was never too far - thru it allYou've been my boo, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/108080176282472188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/108080176282472188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108080176282472188' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107985503274712788</id><published>2004-03-20T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T23:46:42.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Mudshake ]  I was so tired last night that I didn't have time to post on this blog. Yesterday I went to my friends house just to chill. It is now two consecutive Fridays that we drink this Mudshake. This time we went home early because were not that drunk unlike last week that we went home at 2 in the morning because some of us can't drive because of the alcohol. Overall, it was a great night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107985503274712788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107985503274712788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107985503274712788' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107959469015364313</id><published>2004-03-17T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T23:27:13.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Untitled-2 ]  I just want to say it.- photo of the day -'click pic to enlarge' - Krispy Kreme Pinoy Style with Pastillas Flavor, Damn that's good[++] One Call Away  It was weird how we met, huhShe was wit her mom in Bank AmericaI'm wit my son cashin the checkSo I asked outta respect (uh)Would she like to explore the world uphighWe can fly in my jetHer reply was "Yes, can I ask you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107959469015364313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107959469015364313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107959469015364313' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107950935595649531</id><published>2004-03-16T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T23:47:12.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Again ]  I think I sprained my arm again or I pulled a muscle. It happened on my basketball class. I keep having problems with this arm. I just hope this pain will go away so that I can play basketball soon. Besides that, nothing much is going on so far in my life. Been busy with 'school' as of late. - photo of the day -'click pic to enlarge' - Edsa Mall[++] Hinahanap ng Puso  pasensya </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107950935595649531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107950935595649531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107950935595649531' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-10785645113520444</id><published>2004-03-06T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T01:17:23.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Havana Nights? ]  Oh yeah, just finished watching Dirty Dancing Havana nights. Finally after I think almost 20 years from the first Dirty Dancing movie, they already made a sequel. The story was ok and and it ha its own ups and downs, but overall the movie was serious about talking the government of Cuba from the 1950's.- photo of the day -'click pic to enlarge' - One way street"tell me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/10785645113520444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/10785645113520444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10785645113520444' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107856313854630855</id><published>2004-03-06T00:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T00:56:31.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Duh...  ]  Chillin', watchin' slackin', listenin', what else? Oh ok............  - photo of the day -'click pic to enlarge' - Signs[++] Don't Wanna Think About You  Can you leave me here alone nowI don't wanna hear you sayThat you know meThat I should beAlways doin what you sayCuz I'm tryin to get todayAnd there's one thing I knowI don't wanna think about youThink about me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107856313854630855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107856313854630855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107856313854630855' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107769192565434628</id><published>2004-02-24T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T22:54:07.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Grade Six ] I don't what came to me but I miss being grade six. I don't if I miss being grade six or just the feelings on that particular time. I don't know but I'm missing that time. There's a lot of things that happened that time that they are too precious to forget. I just miss my friends from that time till now. I also miss those after and 'in' school 'truth or dares'. It's so funny that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107769192565434628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107769192565434628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107769192565434628' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107743598585681747</id><published>2004-02-21T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T23:48:24.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Lately... ] Well, school is going great so far. My classes are not that hard. Also, I have a basketball class to waste my sweats, hehe. I'm not that busy as of late since my two business class are going so great that the exams are just like the sample tests so it's easy to get a high score on that. So there just a small preview on what's been happening lately. More to come....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107743598585681747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107743598585681747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107743598585681747' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107735290717084853</id><published>2004-02-21T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T00:44:03.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[++] Always You and IOh, oh, girl…It’s so hard to sayHow a love could end this wayThe one that used to care for youJust turns and walks awayAnd it’s so hard to findTo leave the pain behindWhen all the things you’re looking forYour heart can’t seem to findI’ll be the air that you breatheI’ll give the strength that you needI’ll be the light in your eyesWhen hope becomes hard to seeI’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107735290717084853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107735290717084853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107735290717084853' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107648419789497684</id><published>2004-02-10T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T23:25:17.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Da Update ] Well, I've been busy as of late. I just want to drop by to say hi on this blog. ANd also I got a photo blog that I've been updating quite always. you can go to  Photo Blog [++] Because of YouIf ever you wonderedIf you touched my soulYes you doSince I met you I'm not the sameYou bring to everything I doJust the way you say helloWith one touch I can't let goNever thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107648419789497684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107648419789497684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107648419789497684' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107466925773143581</id><published>2004-01-20T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T23:17:06.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'click pic to enlarge' - ganda ganda talaga ni honey[++] Everything Sometimes I give in to sadnessSometimes I don'tAt times I'm part of the madnessSometimes I won'tGive in to youYou see in a wayI have been drifting down a riverTo nowhereAnd you've given me nothingBut if you're ready to be my everythingIf you're ready to see it through this timeAnd if you're ready for love then</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107466925773143581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107466925773143581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107466925773143581' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107442026157202084</id><published>2004-01-18T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T02:21:31.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ da Car Show ]Just got home from watching my first car show. Almost all the cars were awesome.There is still one car I wanted to see there that i didn't see, my favorite Nissan Skyline. It's all good though since I liked the whole atmosphere especially the models, hehe. I finally saw one of the events I'm looking forward to. I wish there's more events like this. [ da Soap Operas ]Hold on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107442026157202084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107442026157202084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107442026157202084' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107423637047038180</id><published>2004-01-15T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T23:01:35.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- photo of the day -'click pic to enlarge' - SM Pampanga</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107423637047038180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107423637047038180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107423637047038180' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107386426664461870</id><published>2004-01-11T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T15:39:16.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"But I don't want to rememberThe things we used to doAll the things that remind me of youBut I don't want to hear the songsThe songs we used to hear'Coz I don't wanna feel the pain in my heart"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107386426664461870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107386426664461870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107386426664461870' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107363515980622634</id><published>2004-01-08T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T00:00:34.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ da Untitled ]I know it's been a while since I last posted. The problem is that another year had passed me by again without me knowing. Time is just so fast around these days. Another reason also is I don't want to put "2004" on this blog at least for another 3 more months because for me it feels like only been 9 months and not a year. With all the good and bad things that happened this year, i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107363515980622634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107363515980622634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107363515980622634' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-10728687410370634</id><published>2003-12-31T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T03:06:47.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ da New Year ]HAPPY 2004 TO YOU ALL. mAY YOU ALL HAVE A VERY MERRY AND SAFE NEW YEAR. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/10728687410370634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/10728687410370634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10728687410370634' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107266346440420595</id><published>2003-12-28T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T18:05:59.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"pagibig ko  sayo na di magbabago  at kahit na anong bagyo  ika'y masusundo  ganito lang ako simpleng tao ang maaasahan mo ngayon"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107266346440420595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107266346440420595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107266346440420595' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107251222857060772</id><published>2003-12-27T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T00:05:29.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Da Xmas ]Well, Christmas is kind of 50/50 for me. Christmas over here was wet and calm. I think it's my second xmas that rained. It's all good though because we just all stayed inside the house with rest of my family and relatives which I think is one of the longest days I ever had over here. And the gifts and "aguinaldo's" are also perfect to describe, hehe. Just Merry Xmas to all my friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107251222857060772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107251222857060772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107251222857060772' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107208170197195088</id><published>2003-12-22T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T00:31:54.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Da Ex- Mas ]Well, as you can see it's Christmas time again. And for the third consecutive time, I feel sad and depressed again. I don't why I always feel like this when Christmas season begins. I should feel happy and thrilled. The only reason I can think of is that I really miss the Christmas Pinoy style. You know, the "simbang gabi, early fireworks, Christmas spirit in the air, to mention a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107208170197195088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107208170197195088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107208170197195088' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107181778874478096</id><published>2003-12-18T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T23:10:42.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Da Japanese Culture ]Since watching and getting hooked to Initial D, I'm starting to like the japanese songs and many other things about Japan. I would say that it ain't that bad. Actually it's great. So bare with me if I'm putting japanese lyrics on my blog. It's actually fun to sing japanese songs. That's all I'm going to say about this post.[++] Past DaysKisetsu hazure no asa ni kisha ni</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107181778874478096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107181778874478096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107181778874478096' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107173461907529311</id><published>2003-12-18T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T00:06:44.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[--] Moments In Life There are moments in life when you miss someoneso much that you just want to pick them fromyour dreams and hug them for real!When the door of happiness closes, another opens;but often times we look so long at theclosed door that we don't see the onewhich has been opened for us.Don't go for looks; they can deceive.Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.Go for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107173461907529311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107173461907529311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107173461907529311' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107113068243181981</id><published>2003-12-11T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T00:28:02.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Da Final ]Finally, final exams are over. Another semseter have passed. There's more to come. But for now, I have to enjoy, 1 month of vacation. I don't have plans yet on what to do, but it's the holiday season and there's a lot of things to do so I better start doing them now. Even though it's vacation, I know it's going to be busy all month long preparing for the holidays with gimiks, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107113068243181981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107113068243181981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107113068243181981' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107060581450497562</id><published>2003-12-04T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T22:31:22.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Da ... ]I'm really busy as of late. I will post on the weekend. Finals is next week and have lot of projects due. While working on this term paper I just want to say that............................when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me and you make everything alright and when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me and I can always find my way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107060581450497562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107060581450497562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107060581450497562' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-10702428226420715</id><published>2003-11-30T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T17:40:58.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-------------- to someone who don't appreciates............[ ++ ] Don't Wanna TryI can't believe u had the nerve to say the things u said They hurt so bad that they ended our relationship I can't believe it ..4 years go down the drain Oh how i wish things would of happened so differently I try'd to save it so many times but you still couldn't see U kept insistin' and resistin' that u </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/10702428226420715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/10702428226420715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10702428226420715' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-107007928659653882</id><published>2003-11-28T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T01:45:40.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Da UpDaTeS ]So, what's been happening to me lately? Well, I've been so busy finishing all my school work. In addition to that, I have so many deadlines that is due altogether. Plus I need to sign-up for the application on my new university so that I can get the hell out of school. Oh not that fast, I still need to get a master's degree to top of my achievements and for me to get a real job </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107007928659653882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/107007928659653882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107007928659653882' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106914143681833390</id><published>2003-11-17T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T01:47:10.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Da Cram]Oh my God, I didn't think I could do what I did for the past two days. I have to do ten subjective responses on each of the topics we read on English and another 6 response on the videos we watched. That's a total of 16 topics. I did them in probably less than 10 hrs with the help of the mighty Internet of course. Without it I don't think I can even do 3 of those things. I still can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106914143681833390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106914143681833390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106914143681833390' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106896600151241298</id><published>2003-11-15T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T23:00:30.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ ++ ] EverytimeCome notice meAnd take my handSo why are weStrangers whenOur love is strongWhy carry on without me?And everytime I try to flyI fall without my wingsI feel so smallI guess I need you babyAnd everytime I see you in my dreamsI see your face, it's haunting meI guess I need you babyI make believeThat you are hereIt's the only wayI see clearWhat have I doneYou seem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106896600151241298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106896600151241298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106896600151241298' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106871006606468482</id><published>2003-11-12T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T01:48:45.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Da Message ]"Still felt good caring for someone and having my feelings returned. I want that again. I dont expect you to wait forever for me. Good. Because one of these days someone is gonna come along that is right for me and I'm going to want to be with that person and you're gonna have to deal with that"- photo of the day -'click pic to enlarge' - Fall Season.[ ++ ] The OneTakin' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106871006606468482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106871006606468482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106871006606468482' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106844862621914788</id><published>2003-11-09T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T01:50:00.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Da WeEkEnD]Well, finally a break that I needed for a while. At last a three day weekend to spare. Now, I can finish all my school works and find time to study because I will be honest that I don't do that as often as you think. I'm really a slack off when it comes to school. I always promise to myself that I will change but still same ol' same ol'. That is why sometimes I'm just surprised if I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106844862621914788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106844862621914788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106844862621914788' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106818903026661830</id><published>2003-11-06T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T23:52:44.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Da WoRkOut ]Lately, I have been feeling in my left arm, occasionally also my right. I don't know what happen. I've been working out for quite sometime now and this is the first time I felt the pain. I only workout three times a week or sometimes everyday for just half the time. Well, I've been feeling fine now. I don't know if I should take some more time to workout or cut the time. It doesn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106818903026661830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106818903026661830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106818903026661830' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106793109877006043</id><published>2003-11-03T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T23:31:50.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ ^Rants and Raves^ ]I'm ranting because rainy season is going to start. I'm raving because I can now wear jackets. ::Daily Quotes:: "It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world."  - John Steinbeck</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106793109877006043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106793109877006043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106793109877006043' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106784616533869786</id><published>2003-11-02T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T23:32:49.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ ^Rants and Raves^ ]I'm ranting because my right eye is still aching and I must go see an eye doctor next week. My first time after 21 years. I'm raving almost all my work is done. ::Script Notes:: The O.C.  -  ON RYAN AND MARISSA-- RYAN: Hey. A friendly face. MARISSA: How's it going? RYAN: Not good, You? MARISSA: Worse. RYAN: So, what do you say, we roll out of here. Right now. Just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106784616533869786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106784616533869786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106784616533869786' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106775166321584485</id><published>2003-11-01T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T19:05:46.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ BaReLy BrEatHiNg ]I've got 30 days now to pull my math grade to a passing mark. I'm now on the border of failing and passing. This is the hardest Math I have taken so far. My previous math's are all perfect. This is the only one that is giving me the headache. Well, not actually. The teacher is the one, giving me, I mean all of us the problems. I don't know if she's dumb or not but she just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106775166321584485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106775166321584485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106775166321584485' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106732713001953950</id><published>2003-10-27T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T23:45:28.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Hectic ]Haaaa, almost 1 more month left and it's sembreak again. At first, I thought it's going to be an easy ride since I have only 4 classes and 1 of them is a Mickey Mouse course, I am wrong. The first 2 months was easy and I'm just slacking off with school and still able to get good grades. Now, I have to do a lot of things for all my classes. I don't have time to slcak off anymore and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106732713001953950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106732713001953950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106732713001953950' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106619572005549622</id><published>2003-10-14T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T22:28:39.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[++] Moving OnJust getting used to waking up everydayNot seeing your faceI just began to stop setting your placeAnd I stop longing for your warm embraceAnd it was God that made me ableTo finally sleep at nightThough you're not by my sideFinally I don't hardly crySee right when I start letting goSomebody wants to let me knowCan they take your placeNo they can't fill your spaceNoI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106619572005549622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106619572005549622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106619572005549622' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106559167656052788</id><published>2003-10-07T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T22:41:16.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- photo of the day -'click pic to enlarge' - Homeless - Baseball game.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106559167656052788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106559167656052788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106559167656052788' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106550943068024134</id><published>2003-10-06T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T22:23:52.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Dressed To Kill ]I know it's hard for youTo understand what I'm going throughBut now I sit here to remind myselfYou're always dressed to killAnd you feel like you owe it to the worldBut you owe it to yourselfAnd you're, you're not hereAnd I can't stop pretendingThat you're forever mine...And II can't dream anymore since you leftI miss you singing me to sleepI can't wake anymore in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106550943068024134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106550943068024134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106550943068024134' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106488493462593183</id><published>2003-09-29T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T23:05:41.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Credit History ]Finally, someone lend me their money. I'm talking about credit cards, Yeah, I've got a checking account that acts like a credit card but it's still my money  I'm spending. I want to spend someone else's money and pay it later or pay it little by little so that I don't have to pay a whole lot. . And now, enters my first credit card. Credit history here in the US is so important.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106488493462593183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106488493462593183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106488493462593183' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106472680804354706</id><published>2003-09-27T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T22:26:47.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[++] ListenClose the door I feel a breeze hold me please I hate to be alone It's a cold night, turn off the light Come take my hand and Listen to these things I have to say please understand she left me, alone again Clear the room Of every memory I don't want that song back on It's an endless maze Take away this haze Please mend my heart and Turn away Don't want you to see me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106472680804354706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106472680804354706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106472680804354706' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106447286790625627</id><published>2003-09-24T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T23:54:27.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[++]  AddictedI heard you’re doing okayBut I want you to knowI’m a dick, I’m addicted to youI can’t pretend I don’t careWhen you don’t think about meDo you think I deserve this?I tried to make you happyBut you left anywayI’m trying to forget thatI’m addicted to youBut I want it and I need itI’m addicted to youNow it’s over, can’t forget what you saidAnd I never, wanna do this againHeartbreaker!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106447286790625627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106447286790625627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106447286790625627' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106421204349324775</id><published>2003-09-21T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T23:32:24.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Sept. Update ]Still busy with school and "business". For some reason I feell that time is going by so fast again. Imagine this, there's only two more months of school left and semester is over again. I know you've been wondering why am I still in school while almost the rest of you guys there in P.H. are almost done or going to graduate this year, well college is different over here than I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106421204349324775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106421204349324775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106421204349324775' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106309045668549278</id><published>2003-09-08T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T23:54:16.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- photo of the day -'click pic to enlarge' - Tequila.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106309045668549278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106309045668549278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106309045668549278' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106222843345384545</id><published>2003-08-30T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T00:02:57.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- photo of the day -'click pic to enlarge' - Marine World.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106222843345384545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106222843345384545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106222843345384545' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106196680962080629</id><published>2003-08-26T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T23:46:49.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[++] For YouFor you I want to sing a happier songfor you I'm gonna try to right all my wrongsfor you I'm gonna break my bad habitsthere's a golden ring and I want you to have itthere's a golden ring and I want youFor you I'm gonna sit and patiently waitit's great if you're early but if its fine if you're latefor you I feel love and I just want to show ityou're a beautiful girl and want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106196680962080629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106196680962080629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106196680962080629' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106094561378721985</id><published>2003-08-15T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T04:11:16.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Wishlist ]1. New 30gb Ipod2. Canon Elura 50 Mini DV Digital Camcorder3. Laptop4. Plane Ticket5. DVD Burner[++] Leaving Song And everytime I think of youI'll remember all the goodtimes that we've hadAnd everytime I sing this tuneI will laugh, I will cry, I will close my eyesCause I know that it won't be longUntil we sing, we will writeWe will laugh away the nightAnd the good times will never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106094561378721985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106094561378721985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106094561378721985' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106074525137621182</id><published>2003-08-12T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T20:27:31.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[++] Numb I'm tired of being what you want me to beFeeling so faithless lost under the surfaceDon't know what you're expecting of mePut under the pressure of walking in your shoes(Caught in the undertone just caught in the undertone)Every step I take is another mistake to you(Caught in the undertone just caught in the undertone)I've become so numb I can't feel you thereI've become so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106074525137621182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106074525137621182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106074525137621182' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106067227906248686</id><published>2003-08-12T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T00:11:19.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Orange County ]I was flipping channels a while ago and saw this series called "OC: Orange County". At first, I thought it was just another of those lame story tv series, but since I have nothing to do and I'm really searching for another tv series that will replace my Dawson's Creek, I decide to watch this show and liked it. I actually liked the show and I'm looking forward fo rthe next episode</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106067227906248686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106067227906248686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106067227906248686' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-106011591871596169</id><published>2003-08-05T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T13:38:38.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[++] Boys And Girls EducatedWith moneyHe's well dressedNot funnyAnd not much to say inMost conversationsBut he'll put the bill inMost situationsCause he pays for everythingGirls don't like boys, girls like cars and moneyBoys will laugh at girls when they're not funnyPaperOr plasticDon't matterShe'll have itVacationsAnd shopping spreesThese are a fewOf her favorite things</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106011591871596169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/106011591871596169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106011591871596169' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-105988851071415991</id><published>2003-08-02T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T22:31:43.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Updated ]The photos section on my website has been updated. More pics to come so keep checking back.[++] Never Gonna Leave Your SideI feel like a song without the wordsA man without a soulA bird without its wingsA heart without a homeI feel like a knight without a swordThe sky without the suncoz you are the oneI feel like a ship beneath the wavesA child that lost its wayA door </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105988851071415991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105988851071415991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105988851071415991' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-105972339037104242</id><published>2003-08-01T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T00:50:04.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Summer Over ]Finally, after six weeks of hard work, I mean fun work, hehe, summer school is finally over. The only downside is that I got only two weeks of summer here in the states. Fall semester is going to start on the mid August and I just hate taking classes in the fall because they seemed too long and I'm too lazy to wake up early. Damn. For now I don't have any agenda. Probably I'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105972339037104242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105972339037104242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105972339037104242' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-105945197942391016</id><published>2003-07-28T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T21:17:28.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- photo of the day -'click pic to enlarge' - My first baseball experience at SAN FRANCISCO GIANTS at Pacific Bell Park.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105945197942391016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105945197942391016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105945197942391016' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-105877009226969512</id><published>2003-07-20T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T23:54:20.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- photo of the day -'click pic to enlarge' - Zambales 2003.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105877009226969512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105877009226969512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105877009226969512' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-105876940318723316</id><published>2003-07-20T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T23:36:43.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ UPDATE ]Will update this blog on August. Need to finish summer school first.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105876940318723316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105876940318723316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105876940318723316' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-105773413222930800</id><published>2003-07-09T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T00:02:12.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Still Thinking.............................. ]Still thinking what to write...........................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105773413222930800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105773413222930800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105773413222930800' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-105699261795698265</id><published>2003-06-30T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T10:03:58.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[++] If You're Not The OneIf you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?If you are not mine then why does your heart return my callIf you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at allI never know what the future bringsBut I know you are here with me nowWe’ll make it throughAnd I hope you are the one I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105699261795698265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105699261795698265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105699261795698265' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-105678040134929450</id><published>2003-06-27T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T23:07:54.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Update ]I will update this blog when I have the time. Check back soon.[++] I'd RatherI thought sometime alonewas what we really neededyou said this time would hurt more than it helpsbut I couldn't see thatI thought it was the endof a beautiful storyand so I left the one I loved at home to be alone (alone)and I tried to find out if this one thing is truethat I'm nothing without you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105678040134929450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/105678040134929450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105678040134929450' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-94374378</id><published>2003-05-14T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T23:09:10.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Swan Song ]After six years, my most favorite tv show on earth was finally over. I just can't believe it ended. Until now I still feel nervous and feel like hell. I also feel like something precious was taken from me. I guess it's time to find another show that will fill my Wednesday nights. I hate it. Damn. I don't know what to say. I'm mad right now. Hate it. I hate it. Damn. I'll miss you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/94374378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/94374378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94374378' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-93847007</id><published>2003-05-05T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T23:23:03.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Starbucks Who? ] Finally, I was able to lie about my name at Starbucks. First name pop in my head was Ethan. It seems really difficult for me saying the wrong name, but it just for fun so I  did it.[ Two Weeks Notice ]At last, two weeks of class and I can breathe freely again. My two final exams was cancelled and I'm glad I have to do two finals.To do:1. English essay2. Film essay(done</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/93847007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/93847007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93847007' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-93031040</id><published>2003-04-21T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T23:18:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Tall, Grande, Venti --&gt; Name? ] For some time now, since I first ordered my first Caramel Frapuccino at Starbucks Coffee, I just can't seem to lie about my name for fun. Everytime you order something at Starbucks, they ask for your name so that they will know what you ordered and who ordered it. As soon as I am ready to order and I practice the name I'm gonna say, I always fail to say it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/93031040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/93031040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93031040' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-92921568</id><published>2003-04-19T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T23:01:35.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Spring Break '03 ] Well, another week of spring vacation and I don't know what to do. All I know is I have a lot of school work to do and hopefully I will finish them all on time because after spring break, there is only 3 weeks left in school and summer again. Anyways, me and my friends are planning to go school tour of the universities we are going to go to. According to plan we need three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/92921568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/92921568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92921568' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-92764949</id><published>2003-04-16T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T23:58:24.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Doing Good So Far ]Ahhh, finally I can breathe slowly and relax. Spring break is almost there. Only one day to go and a week of vacation is upon me. So far, I am doing good with most of my courses except my Film class. All I want is to pass that just to get a credit. My speech, english, humanities classes are doing very well. My grades on those three classes are either a 'B' or 'A' if I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/92764949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/92764949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92764949' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-92472938</id><published>2003-04-11T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T23:26:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Visit S.F. ]I went to visit San Francisco today to renew my passport, it's already expired.  I want to take many pictures but my battery got drained so I was only able to take a few shots. On Monday I will go back again and hopefully get more pics in downtown S.F. - photo of the day - 'click pic to enlarge' - Bart Train and Park At S.F.[ Baseball is Back ]Finally, another season of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/92472938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/92472938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92472938' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-92411683</id><published>2003-04-10T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T23:27:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Month Left ]At last one more month and school is over again. But I have to go to summer class so that I can transfer to the university and finish school a.s.a.p. You have no idea how hard it is to live hear in the states. Everything is all about credit. Without your credit history you can never own a house, rent, buy car etc. All you can do is just wait so that you can build your credit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/92411683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/92411683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92411683' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-92129727</id><published>2003-04-06T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T22:13:12.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Shop ]I was shopping a gift for a friend last Saturday afternoon and realized that it is really hard to shop something for a girl. I am looking for some clothes that looks expensive and cool and they don't cost that much. Now I know why girls take a long time to shop. It's really hard trying to look and finally came upon this one shirt that looks really expensive and it's a brand name that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/92129727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/92129727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92129727' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-91762330</id><published>2003-03-31T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T22:49:49.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- photo of the day -'click pic to enlarge' - My nephew on his 1st birthday[++] Baby Song "They're tiny and chubby and so sweet to touch,But soon they'll grow up and resent you so much.Now they're yelling at you and you don't know why,You cry and you cry and you cry." - Phoebe Buffay</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/91762330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/91762330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91762330' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-91487422</id><published>2003-03-27T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T08:46:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Speech Night ]Last night, I went to this speech night for extra credit on my speech class. It was fascinating to see this speakers speak in a professional kind of way. The first speaker was given a specific topic from the audience selection and he will have to come up with a 5-minute speech. I can't believe it that he was able to do it. The topic was "Twinkie". I thought he is never going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/91487422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/91487422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91487422' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-91396750</id><published>2003-03-25T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T14:15:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Update ]Well I have at least 1 month and 3/4 weeks left in school. I can't believe is going to end again. Another semester is going to be past. This is the list left in school for me to do and expecting to do:1. 3 English essays2. 2 Persuasive speeches3. 1 Film essay4. 2 Humanities Exams5. 4 Final ExamsI hope I can finish all this things and pass all my classes. As of now My only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/91396750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/91396750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91396750' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-91239413</id><published>2003-03-23T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T14:15:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- photo of the day -'click pic to enlarge'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/91239413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/91239413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91239413' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-91162687</id><published>2003-03-21T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T14:16:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ photos ]Just traded my sony discman and some downloaded movies and tv series for a new digital camera from my friend. It is a Minolta F100  4 megapixel camera. I'm really glad about the trade. The camera was great and the picture quality is awesome. Everyday I will put some pics on this blog. Some miscellaneous pictures of anything from my room to the outside world. - photo of the day -'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/91162687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/91162687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91162687' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-90907862</id><published>2003-03-17T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T22:35:43.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Ready..? ]Do not get mad at me for writing this but I want to say it because it’s making me think. To all my batch mates whose parents are between 48 – 50, do you ever think that in 50 years or less, our parents are going to be gone n this world? I keep on hoping that God will give them more earth life to be with us. And also I would like to point out our grand parents, hope God will still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/90907862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/90907862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90907862' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-90463691</id><published>2003-03-10T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T08:37:25.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Busy ]Sorry for not updating this page. It's been a while. I am so busy with school and work. You see, I don't know what to tell. Well I just gonna right somethings for my updates. Well I'm going to have my second speech on Thursday and I'm not that nervous like the first time I gave my first speech in front of my class. I guess I'm beginning to get the hang on of it. By the way, all I do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/90463691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/90463691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90463691' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-89588243</id><published>2003-02-22T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T23:09:49.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[++] Until the Time is ThroughNow and forever, Until the time is throughI can't believe it, I don't know where to start,No baby, So many questions deep inside my heartGive me a moment before you go,There's something you ought to know.Baby now and forever,Until the time is through (Until the time is through),I'll be standing here,Waiting and never give up my faith in you (Give up my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/89588243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/89588243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89588243' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-89229504</id><published>2003-02-17T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T00:44:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Speech Class ]I can’t believe I spoke more than 5 minutes in front of my classmates. I know I did speech when I was still in Mapua, but this is a new thing for me over here since I am new here. I kept putting this speech class on hold since the beginning because I’m really scared to talked in front of people but I guess is not that bad. I was able to give my speech last Tuesday and I am so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/89229504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/89229504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89229504' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-88413670</id><published>2003-02-01T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T23:52:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ New Found Hobby ]For sometime now after having my high speed Internet, I have downloaded so many movies. Instead of going to the movies and pay for that, I just download them. But, I go to the movie theatres when the movie is really good. I download movies that are cammed from the theatres meaning some guy is recording the movie while inside the movie theatre. I don't mind the quality as long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/88413670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/88413670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88413670' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-88037338</id><published>2003-01-25T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T22:46:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ ^Free Movie^ ]Just Marriedmy rating - 3 / 5 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/88037338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/88037338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88037338' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-87946506</id><published>2003-01-23T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T22:48:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Crush ]I tried to remove these feelings inside me but they keep on growing. It's been more than a month since I last saw her and talked to her at school. On the last three weeks of my sembreak I am over her, I mean I kept myself busy to not miss her that much because it's killing me. But last Tuesday, I don't know if it's coincidence or not of more than 1 million students at my school, after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/87946506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/87946506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87946506' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-87829311</id><published>2003-01-21T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T23:28:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[++] SeemsNothin left to sing about this time, its over now That the word is out it hit the polls Claimed a place among the rest Of today’ new things and last nights shows The have-you-heards and the did you knows But I’ve got my place will you be still And try to keep from buying But It, seems I never get enough of me Seems I never get enough of me Seems I never get enough of me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/87829311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/87829311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87829311' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-87207207</id><published>2003-01-09T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T23:45:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[++] Loyalty Song Let's sing a song for old St. John'sThe school we love, to us so dear!From loving hearts our song we raiseIn joyous voices all may hear.God's blessings on St. John's, St. John's!For her our prayers, our love, our care!Dear guardian of our youthful yearsTo you we sing, to you all hail !The little plants of yesterdayHave grown to be the trees you see;The children that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/87207207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/87207207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87207207' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-87104096</id><published>2003-01-08T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T00:52:29.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ No Sleep Part. 2 ]I only have 4 days of vacation left before another tiring and difficult semester. Next semester, I have a Speech class, which I really hate because I hate talking in front of the class especially with the people that are not even from the Philippines. I know it's going to be difficult but oh well. That’s why I’m expending all my energy towards nothing because I can’t do this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/87104096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/87104096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87104096' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-86953953</id><published>2003-01-04T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T23:49:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Catch Me If You Can.. ]Well, I woke up early today to drop my mom at the mall, at my way home, I decided to watch a movie in the theatres at 10:30 in the morning, I figured out what the hell, it's early, I don't want to sleep again and the movie I'm going to see got great comments and what the hell the director is one of the creator of top box office movies of all times, Steven Spielberg. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86953953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86953953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86953953' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-86911241</id><published>2003-01-03T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T22:22:49.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Better 2nd Day ]Well I guess the first year of the year is bad for me as posted on my previous post. But now, last Jan. 2nd, everything that's been messy and wrong on the first day of the year were already fixed. I was able to install my operating system on my new hard drive and nothing falls apart. I was able to clean my room perfectly. I hope its good luck.[++] Do I Have to Cry for You</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86911241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86911241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86911241' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-86817286</id><published>2003-01-01T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T22:24:59.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ What a First Day of the Year ]It's the first day of 2003 and for some reason everything in my room is falling apart. I try to install Windows XP on my new hard drive and everything on top of my computer started falling down and also my freaking' surge protector broke and I can't install the windows on my hard drive. And also everything in my room started getting messy and it’s the first day of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86817286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86817286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86817286' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-86741947</id><published>2002-12-31T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T02:36:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ 2002 Movies ]These are the movies I've seen in the year 2002:Orange County Black Hawk Down A Walk to Remember Slackers Super Troopers Crossroads 40 Days and 40 Nights Resident Evil Sorority Boys National Lampoon's Van Wilder The Scorpion King Spider-Man The New Guy Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones The Sum of All Fears Minority Report Mr. Deeds Like Mike Men in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86741947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86741947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86741947' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-86737938</id><published>2002-12-30T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T02:26:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ 2003: A Year Ahead ]HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Another year had passed. 365 days ahead of us. There are so many ups and downs ahead. I hope we can all get through this since we are all able to cope up with the downs that happened last 2002. Don't forget to live your life to the fullest. Be happy even though the world is on your shoulders. Think about all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86737938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86737938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86737938' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-86689587</id><published>2002-12-29T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T23:50:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ The Past: Pinoy Style ]1.You look handsome when you are wearing K-Swiss, Espadrilles (you even fall in line at Whistle Stop or in Cash and Carry), Tretorn or Dragonfly sneakers, white Spartan sneakers, argyle socks, woven leather belts, Chaser, Lacoste, Ralph Lauren and many more, one-size-fits-all Hanes T-shirt, Chaps perfume, Bowling Green, G! Ray Flannel or Kouros, Denman brushes, Dippity </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86689587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86689587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86689587' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-86503713</id><published>2002-12-24T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T20:41:46.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Merry Christmas ]I just want to say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all. Even though, Christmas here is no fun. It's Christmas Eve for God sake I'm here in front of my computer doing nothing, watching episodes of Friends again just to make myself happy. In the Philippines, Christmas Eve was so much fun especially on Christmas. I don't know when will I experience Christmas back home again</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86503713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86503713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86503713' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-86258231</id><published>2002-12-18T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T22:19:57.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Road Kill ]We were at Home Depot today with my mom to buy some plants for the house. We were driving the parkway and this guy behind us started honking at us but there's a car in front of me and you're suppose to stop because there's a stop sign and this guy is still honking. I don't know what's his problem is and so for payback I just stop for 5 seconds before driving forward. And still this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86258231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/86258231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86258231' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-85982062</id><published>2002-12-13T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T22:38:57.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Over Now ]Finals are finally over and this day can't be worst. My finals are all easy and I'm hoping I passed them all, I guaranteed I can pass my three classes but I don't know about my Math class. But I think I’ll pass it. Anyways, remember in high school when we go out and hang out after the tests and just chill. Over here, it sucks, my friends have their finals on different dates and so we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/85982062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/85982062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85982062' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-85825059</id><published>2002-12-10T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T22:09:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Finals Week ]It’s my last day to see my crush today and I’m glad even in the last minute I am able to talk to her, she is just so cute. I don’t know why I am writing this, maybe just to remind me of her. I hope I can still see her next semester. I don’t even know what to do this sembreak. She told me she’s going to take this one class next sem and that class is the same class I’m going to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/85825059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/85825059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85825059' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-85671352</id><published>2002-12-07T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T23:20:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Chance ]2nd time I blew my chance, and I can't take another one. This time I'm going to breath deeply and just say something. I know it's hard at first but, I need to take chance to know what's up. Maybe you're wondering what the hell I'm saying, it's hard to explain. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/85671352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/85671352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85671352' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-85624519</id><published>2002-12-06T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T20:12:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Dark Christmas ]Christmas is fast approaching again and I don't feel the spirit of it. I really miss the Phils. This is my 3rd year in the states to spend Christmas and until now, I still not use to the fact that Christmas here is so dark and kind of boring. You can count the houses with Christmas lights. I know people are so busy with everything and stuff but can't just they spend 20 minutes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/85624519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/85624519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85624519' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-85147735</id><published>2002-11-26T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T21:44:04.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ ^ Feelings ^ ].......................depressed, sad, my head aches, my heart aches, can't think clearly, need a vacation.[++] Single For the Rest of MyselfSitting hereDaydreamin’ about youOh, everything we hadWish I could get it back‘Cause if it ain’t you, then I don’t want itAnd if it ain’t you, then it ain’t for meI can see your face whenever I be sleepin’But it hurts when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/85147735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/85147735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85147735' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-85091327</id><published>2002-11-25T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T20:22:37.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Haircut ]I had a haircut today. I’m going to say this for the past two years that I’ve taking my haircut here in the states is that barbers over here have their own guidelines to follow and you cannot tell them exactly what you want unlike the barbers in the Philippines. I told them that I want a flat top, not too short on top because I don’t want to look like a military guy, the barber said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/85091327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/85091327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85091327' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3120382.post-84998464</id><published>2002-11-23T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T22:58:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Closing, One more Time ]Semester is going to end soon. At first, I was so unhappy because it's school days again and now, I don't want school to be over. Even though it's only 3 weeks of Christmas vacation, it seems like too long. It seems to me that everything’s happening so fast in this point of my life. It seems that 2 years was so fast. It really is. I really like to get a job and meet a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/84998464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3120382/posts/default/84998464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://genome3.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84998464' title=''/><author><name>Erick John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565993088263967286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/katg3m1n1/T40406222341225.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
