<?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-31433684</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:34:32.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coby's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115485574511667000</id><published>2006-08-06T05:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:40:13.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6079/3401/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6079/3401/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115485574511667000?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115485574511667000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115485574511667000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115485574511667000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115485574511667000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/08/family.html' title='Family..'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115485518760424719</id><published>2006-08-06T05:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:42:20.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After 4hours of sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6079/3401/1600/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6079/3401/320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this when I woke up... Pretty nice, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115485518760424719?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115485518760424719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115485518760424719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115485518760424719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115485518760424719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-4hours-of-sleep.html' title='After 4hours of sleep...'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115448119390847861</id><published>2006-08-01T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:44:44.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a Little Pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the first time in so many weeks, my baby and I fought. Funny coz my baby's having a great time in New York and I'm here having a terrible time coz of the upcoming prelims..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started like this.. Dun daw sya magaaral for a year to earn credits then transfer sya dito the following year. I dont think it goes that way. Once you've earned your greencard and studied there for a year, dont you think you'd finish what you've started there? For me, it's irrational to study there just to get something and go back here to start again. It's stupid. Bakit hindi nalang muna tinapos ang studies here in Manila, either at DLSU Manila or at Benilde (My baby wants to go there) then go there after you graduate?! My baby's mom said, &lt;em&gt;"You'll study in Manila... Eventually.."&lt;/em&gt; I expected this would happen long before my baby left for New York. Pisses me off actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faith?! Intuition?! Whatever! Long distance relationships wouldn't last for years unless something like a miracle happens. I know I'm being pessimistic. But it's who I am. And usually my judgements turn out right. And I'm having this feeling that it wouldn't work out well. Coz in a sense, we are single.. It's like we're not in this relationship anymore, but we are.. Still hanging on to that thread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People who miss their lovers so much would tend to look for something else other than the usual phonecalls and emails. People crave for physical contact. That's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115448119390847861?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115448119390847861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115448119390847861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115448119390847861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115448119390847861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/08/got-little-pissed.html' title='Got a Little Pissed'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115439785551333936</id><published>2006-07-31T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:46:51.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hed Kandi</title><content type='html'>Dont you just love to stare at 'em?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://widget-26.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="275" height="175" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="site=widget-26.slide.com.com&amp;channel=5734694&amp;amp;cy=bl" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115439785551333936?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115439785551333936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115439785551333936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115439785551333936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115439785551333936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/hed-kandi.html' title='Hed Kandi'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115439639760710964</id><published>2006-07-31T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:47:43.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quick One at the Lib..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prelims.. Damn... All pain, no fun.. Hahaha.. Hope I'd get good grades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm hungry! As if I never was! I gotta feed my little pet down here every 2 hours with good food. Hate 'em junkfoods and sodas.. Not good for the body. I'm all natural! Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a quick post for my blog. I'm in the library. Done doing research for my authorial study. Read my philosophy book from cover to cover! Tried to make sense out of everything I've learned awhile back, still cant.. Too many names.."We see what we want to see".. I wanna see my boo! :( But I cant.. Still have a critical essay and a 3page reaction paper to do.. Haha! I'm hungry! Gotta eat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115439639760710964?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115439639760710964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115439639760710964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115439639760710964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115439639760710964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-quick-one-at-lib.html' title='Just a Quick One at the Lib..'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115431295615578324</id><published>2006-07-30T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:49:29.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mishap at The Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever wondered how many people would die to catch a glimpse of a hot celebrity? How they would endure blistering colds and scorching heat of the sun to touch and molest these “stars”? I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not an hour ago I experienced what its like to be in front of a stampede of rampaging girls. How? Well, I was walking at the mall, sending my friend a SMS, when I noticed this male celebrity flanked by a dozen or so security guards striding directly towards me. Of course I have no choice but to give way. Then this fucking bastard of a guard pushed me aside, as if the entire way is too small for them to pass through without hurting someone. His cheap little Rolex scratched my left arm! And not even a simple apology. This young star even grinned! Bullshit! Then here comes the best part, the rampaging low-lives pushed, pulled, bumped at me, screaming the name of Mr. Starlet. I felt like I was raped ten times over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people we call celebrities who most of us adore are simply people: ordinary people living an extraordinary life. And what makes them special is the attention they get from their fans. Media’s main purpose is to produce audiences, and out of these audiences a fan is made. Celebrities aren’t gods and goddesses to be worshipped. Take away their shell of fame and fortune and you what you get is the same organic material we’re made of, no matter how perfectly smooth their skin is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people who live in the upper echelons of society are no different from the people who live to praise them. Celebrities come and go, so does their fans. Human beings are never satisfied and soon fans will start to look for a new star to venerate. The cycle goes on and on, spiral as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly these fans that desire and fantasize about their idols are here to stay no matter what as long as there are people who are being thrown into fame by the media, and these celebrities will continue to live as long as there are weak minded individuals who crave for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scratch on my arm stings… ouch… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115431295615578324?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115431295615578324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115431295615578324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115431295615578324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115431295615578324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/mishap-at-mall.html' title='Mishap at The Mall'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115425172686028979</id><published>2006-07-30T05:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:49:57.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love on the Run, Kaskade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7jZ1zaH6IA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the music's great, so does my Boo.. We both love it.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115425172686028979?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115425172686028979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115425172686028979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115425172686028979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115425172686028979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-on-run-kaskade.html' title='Love on the Run, Kaskade.'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115424315773546664</id><published>2006-07-30T02:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T05:24:28.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some good quotes I got from my friends and from my Boo.. Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In&lt;/strong&gt; a world where almost everyone you meet's a jerk,&lt;br /&gt;You know you dont need to be serious...&lt;br /&gt;Hang out,&lt;br /&gt;Pretend,&lt;br /&gt;Play with them...&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and stop anytime...&lt;br /&gt;No attachments,&lt;br /&gt;No commitments,&lt;br /&gt;No pains.&lt;br /&gt;Convenient, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the show,&lt;br /&gt;You know you're still yearning for something genuine...&lt;br /&gt;You realize that what you're really looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;Is someone who can look at you straight in the eyes and&lt;br /&gt;Tell you he/she loves you...&lt;br /&gt;Someone worth every risk of pain...&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'll stay...&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will simply make a difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some&lt;/strong&gt; wont appreciate what you say or do&lt;br /&gt;But as long you speak honestly from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a perfect world.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a perfect life.&lt;br /&gt;But life loves the person who dares to live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do&lt;/strong&gt; you remember the last time a person&lt;br /&gt;Promised something to you like "I will wait for you..."&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been?&lt;br /&gt;So, stop and think.&lt;br /&gt;Because that someone is still waiting for you patiently,&lt;br /&gt;Already hurting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; paradox of life:&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to live a long life,&lt;br /&gt;But nobody wants to get old.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to go to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;But nobody wants to die.&lt;br /&gt;And nobody seems to realize&lt;br /&gt;That in our life's journey,&lt;br /&gt;No one has ever reached the finish line alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; come to love not by finding the perfect person,&lt;br /&gt;But by seeing an imperfect person perfectly...&lt;br /&gt;-S. keen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115424315773546664?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115424315773546664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115424315773546664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115424315773546664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115424315773546664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/here-are-some-good-quotes-i-got-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115416835961106873</id><published>2006-07-29T06:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T06:26:20.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashticker" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://widget-86.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="475" height="375" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-86.slide.com.com&amp;channel=3999622&amp;amp;cy=bl"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; My slide show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115416835961106873?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115416835961106873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115416835961106873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115416835961106873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115416835961106873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-slide-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115416812518072778</id><published>2006-07-29T06:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:50:23.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my everyday behavior I give the appearance of being withdrawn from the center of activity, yet those who know me will recognize the watchfulness that is part of my character. I need great self-discipline, because I am able to recognize the qualities in myself that make me different from others. My tenacity and willpower are immense, my depth of character and passionate conviction overwhelming, yet I am deeply sensitive and easily moved by my emotions. My sensitivity, together with a propensity for extreme likes and dislikes make me easily hurt, quick to detect insult or injury to myself and easily aroused to anger. I may express myself in harsh speech or action that I make enemies by my outspokenness, for I find it difficult not to be overly critical of anything or anyone to whom I dislike. This is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115416812518072778?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115416812518072778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115416812518072778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115416812518072778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115416812518072778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/about-me.html' title='About Me..'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115387900178596547</id><published>2006-07-25T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:54:48.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now I dont know what to do again. I kept on looking at my phone hoping that it would ring, I kept on checking my mail for any reply. Days have gone by, and I finally got a little piece of what you call an email after a week. My baby's too busy with stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115387900178596547?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115387900178596547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115387900178596547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115387900178596547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115387900178596547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/depressed.html' title='Depressed..'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115382954435092176</id><published>2006-07-25T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:54:09.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After a Liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Discovering that your partner is a lying, cheating rat is one of the worst betrayals on earth. The choice is yours: kick 'em to the curb or try to salvage the relationship. Either way, you'll eventually have to get out of bed and start living again. Here's our three-step plan for finding life after a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal with It&lt;br /&gt;We've all seen the image of a scorned woman (or man) dramatically exacting revenge on a cheating partner. Setting his house on fire. Beating up her lover. Vandalizing his car. But a more common reaction to infidelity is the exact opposite of vengeance; many victims try to act like the betrayal never happened. Denial is a useful crutch that can help us cope in the immediate period after a traumatic event. Yet many people -- especially those who decide to stay with their unfaithful partners -- turn this temporary coping mechanism into a way of life. Regardless of whether you intend to leave the cheater or continue the relationship, before you can begin to move on with your life, you'll need to tackle the difficult and painful journey of actually dealing with the infidelity. If your goal is to stay with the partner who cheated, you must work together to examine the causes and consequences of the affair. It's likely you'll need a professional counselor to help you work through these issues as a couple and as individuals. Even if you leave the cheater, you still have some soul-searching to do before you can move on. Betrayal can leave lasting psychological wounds that, if left unchecked, can affect how you interact with people for the rest of your life. Though you'll probably never fully understand the situation, speaking with a therapist or reading self-help books can go a long way in creating clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let It Go&lt;br /&gt;There's no set time limit for grieving after infidelity. Whether you end the relationship or try to save it, you must cope with the loss of your life as it was. Depending on the depth and length of the relationship (as well as how "messy" the affair was), you may spend years in therapy, reading books and talking to friends about how infidelity impacted you. If you ended the relationship, you may find yourself thinking about the person over and over again, wishing things were different. Or your bitterness might make you suspicious about love in general. If you're still with the person who cheated, you may have a very difficult time letting go of the infidelity. Even after you think you've forgiven him, you may not be able to stop bringing it up. But at a certain point you've got to let go and move on. By hanging on to thoughts about cheating, you allow negativity and betrayal to rule your life. For your relationship, yourself and your sanity, you have to deal with the infidelity and then let go of it. Make a conscious decision that you will not allow the infidelity to dominate your thoughts. Of course it will cross your mind; but when it does, let the thoughts pass through you and move on to something more positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from the Past…&lt;br /&gt;But Trust Again After you've truly dealt with the infidelity and let it go, you can finally begin to trust again. Notice the idea is to begin to trust again -- there's no expectation that you will immediately bounce back to trusting like you did before the affair. In fact, you may never trust with that blindness again. That's not necessarily a bad thing. People who've never experienced infidelity have the luxury of naiveté. They trust fully, give all their heart, love boldly and loudly. They do it because they don't know any better. But once you've experienced an intimate betrayal, you do know better. You have a deep understanding of the pain you risk by trusting again. Yet despite the past, and all you've learned from it, you take the risk anyway. You give and receive love again. And because of all that came before it, this love will feel more generous then any you've ever experienced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115382954435092176?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115382954435092176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115382954435092176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115382954435092176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115382954435092176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-after-liar.html' title='Life After a Liar'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115365462465088234</id><published>2006-07-23T07:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:52:07.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Alipin", Shamrock</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Di ko man maamin&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ikaw ay mahalaga sa akin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Di ko man maisip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sa pagtulog ikaw ang panaginip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Malabo man ang aking pag-iisip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sana’y pakinggan mo ang sigaw nitong damdamin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ako’y alipin mo kahit hindi batid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aaminin ko minsan ako’y manhid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sana ay iyong naririnig&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sayong yakap ako’y nasasabik&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ayoko sa iba&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sayo ako ay hindi magsasawa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ano man ang iyong sabihin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Umasa ka ito ay diringgin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Madalas man na parang aso’t pusa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Giliw sa piling mo ako ay masaya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pilit mang abutin ang mga tala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Basta’t sa akin wag kang mawawala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ako’y alipin mo kahit hindi batid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aaminin ko minsan ako’y manhid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sana ay iyong naririnig&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sayong yakap ako’y nasasabik &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pagkat ikaw lang ang nais makatabi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Malamig man o mainit ang gabi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nais ko sana iparating na ikaw lamang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ang siyang aking iibigin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115365462465088234?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115365462465088234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115365462465088234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115365462465088234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115365462465088234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/alipin-shamrock.html' title='&quot;Alipin&quot;, Shamrock'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115349187704863759</id><published>2006-07-21T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:52:56.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pagod na pagod ako today.. July 21.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to school around 8 coz it's a 2hour trip from my home to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've got no plans of getting a dorm or renting an apartment coz walang maganda near UST. UST may be the Royal Pontifical Catholic University in the Philippines and the oldest university in Asia but it's surrounded by several dormitories older than my grandparents! Damn! Inclined ang floors, smelly, masikip, and not to mention dark and scary ang mga dorms dun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayun, so I got to school mga 10am na.. I went to the central library to surf the net. Tapos I started this blog. Then Dana texted me.. She said Kat and Nadine are at the carpark waiting for me. Kakain kasi kami ng breakfast. I went there agad. Pagdating ko dun, hinanap ko pa sila. Yun pala di pa sila dumadating. Then good thing I saw Kat after a few minutes of searching hi and low for them. Then Dana came. We had breakfast sa isang restaurant na nakalimutan ko ang name. I had Shanghai for breakfast. Sosyal.. heheh.. Then we went to class by 11. Theo na namin. We were surprised because Pabs, our prof, started to get attendance which he hasnt done since the beginning of time. hehe.. Eh ang daming absent. Nagalit pa sya. San ka pa?! For no reason at all.. So 12nn na and dismissed na kami. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabi samin that we have 12-1 break because 1pm daw ang start ng Walk Tour namin. Then I went to the library again. Then after 10mins Rose texted me that we have Economics pa! I was so surprised because I though break muna. So I went back to class and I noticed na she's waiting for me to explain because I'm an ABSC officer. I told her that my upperclassmen officers told me na may lunch break kami before the activity. What we didnt know is that binago na ang time at the last min. So I went to the ABSC office and got a lil help from Arden. Arden told Ma'am Estacio everything. So lahat kami hindi absent sa kanya!! :P hehe.. She dismissed us early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had lunch with some of my blockmates in a restaurant name "Matthew's".. I had blue marlin. Sosyal! hehehe.. It was good.. Then we met up with the others and proceeded to the AB pavilion. Tapos walang katau-tao.. I texted Arden and he told us to go to our classroom and wait for him there. Hassle! Umakyat pa kami.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walk Tour na!! Bullshit! Lam mo bang sobrang tagal naming naghintay under the sun para lamang makarating sa Arch of Centuries.. Grrr... So I borrowed Emily's shuffle and sang on my own.. hehe.. At last nakarating na rin kami sa Arch of Centuries. It's tradition in UST that all freshmen should pass under it to enter UST and pass under it again going out this time for graduation. I passed under it twice na.. :P hehehe.. Then we went in front of the Main Bldg. Nagkaroon ng mass dun. Ate Niña gave a big offering and told me ako daw ang magrerepresent sa buong AB. Damn! Laki ng ulo ko! hehe. So I did gave the offering. Hassle kasi ang daming tao and naligaw pa ako sa dami ng mga monoblocks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the mass, nagkaroon ng isang simpleng celebration. Presentation of the college flags. Si Chino ang nagrepresent sa AB. Tapos nagkaroon ng concert! Biruin mo yun, bine-baby kami ng admin.. har har! Pathetic din naman yung concert coz first band palang I didnt appreciate it na agad. So I went home nalang. But before I got home, eto ako.. Nasa net cafe typing these words to tell you my tale for the day. Wow.. Nag-rhyme yun ah.. Tale-day.. Hehehe.. Lumalabas na pagka-communication Arts ko.. :P hehe.. Kumusta ka naman?! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uwi na ako!!!!! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115349187704863759?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115349187704863759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115349187704863759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115349187704863759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115349187704863759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/day.html' title='The Day..'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115349035083775531</id><published>2006-07-21T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:51:38.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I", 6cyclemind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ay, 'wag naman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alisin ang nag-iisang panaginip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na ika’y magbabalik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nagsasamang masaya at walang pagkukulang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At ngayong wala ka na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hindi alam kung saan magsisimula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ang ngayon, bukas, kailanman nag-iba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wala bang bukas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ay, bahala na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ang tanging narinig, wala ka bang ibang masabi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huwag ka nang mag-alala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inintindi ko ang lungkot na ginawa mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paulit-ulit mananatili (wala bang bukas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paggising ko'y wala pa rin (wala bang bukas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hindi maamin ilang dalangin (wala bang bukas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wala na, wala ka, wala na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115349035083775531?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115349035083775531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115349035083775531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115349035083775531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115349035083775531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-6cyclemind.html' title='&quot;I&quot;, 6cyclemind'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433684.post-115345540092739600</id><published>2006-07-21T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:51:01.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a week since umalis baby ko for the States. I miss my baby so much! For almost a week I've been adjusting kasi I'm used na lagi ko syang kausap. Now sobrang limited na. And emails and a few calls a week nalang instead of the usual. I really miss my baby. I sometimes cry at night kasi I never made everything special before sya umalis. A few days before my baby left for New York, kasama ko sya. Of all the things we did in those 5 days, I will cherish the time when we danced to our song. It really made me cry. And it really made me regret that I didnt make it any more special that it was because I was being vain that time. I was stupid actually. Now sobrang nami-miss ko na yun. I love you Dy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433684-115345540092739600?l=jeancoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115345540092739600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433684&amp;postID=115345540092739600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115345540092739600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433684/posts/default/115345540092739600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeancoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/leaving-me.html' title='Leaving Me..'/><author><name>Coby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933785832356391861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://downelink.com/Users/d238/238858/632841876284816250_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
