<?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-4022591074453545085</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:11:30.230+08:00</updated><category term='Introduction? WTF?'/><category term='exams'/><title type='text'>Inside the Jack O' Lantern</title><subtitle type='html'>"But who here would ever understand,
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin.
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood.
He'd give it all up if he only could.

Oh, there's an empty place in my bones,
That calls out for something unknown.
The fame and praise come year after year,
Does nothing for these empty tears."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-3193247769496170917</id><published>2008-10-14T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:46:35.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mastery of the Drunken Panda Stylez</title><content type='html'>For whoever is reading this, I just want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOOOVVEEE YOUUU!!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this weird feeling when I get drunk off air and this is one of those moments. Yes, I get drunk off air. Stay tuned to when I get drunk off ACTUAL alcohol. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year later and I'm still awkward. Then again, you can't eliminate moments like these. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you just met me, still getting to know me, and have already known me.&lt;br /&gt; Hi! I'm John ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-3193247769496170917?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/3193247769496170917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=3193247769496170917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/3193247769496170917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/3193247769496170917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2008/10/mastery-of-drunken-panda-stylez.html' title='Mastery of the Drunken Panda Stylez'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-4356284141568104278</id><published>2007-04-25T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T12:35:21.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summons of the Fox</title><content type='html'>After my persuaded loyalty to Opera. I've finally decided to switch browsers. It's not Firefox that's better. You've just let me down Opera... &lt;i&gt;I'm sorry... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firefox offered me the chance to finally access Multiply. Something Opera's incapable of, It also offers a little add-on so I could post blog entries without manually logging in to blogger and I'm trying it out right as we speak. &lt;i&gt;(*edit* nope, doesn't work says need some sort of authentication)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dramatic pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter that I dreaded so much finally came. We're going to Australia in October and I don't feel the slightest joy in whatever point of view I try to establish. Call it the fear of the unknown, but nevertheless, If Australia sucks... I'd still have a place to go back to... I'm just bracing myself for what will come abound. It's another world out there and I'm open to $*&amp;#ing anything once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the meantime, I'll be rotting for the next 7 months due to the fact I can't enroll in the nearby colleges. College in the Au, as they say starts in January (what the hell!?). As confusing as things are, I'm just riding with the flow. I've decided to just go with vocational courses and other knick-knacks and become as versatile as I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll be back for you... promise... =(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-4356284141568104278?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/4356284141568104278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=4356284141568104278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/4356284141568104278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/4356284141568104278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/04/summons-of-fox.html' title='Summons of the Fox'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-6186605329102274436</id><published>2007-04-22T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:18:26.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the stars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What F*cking Star?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our dark that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people don't feel insecure around you.We are all meant to shine as children do. Its not just in some of us; its in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsiously give other people to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. Sir I just wanna say thank you . . . You saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Timo Cruz played by actor Rick Gonzalez : Coach Carter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help... =C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish someone could testify to my depression. I don't know what to do anymore...What path should I dare take?! Demmet! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-6186605329102274436?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/6186605329102274436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=6186605329102274436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/6186605329102274436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/6186605329102274436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/04/follow-stars.html' title='Follow the stars...'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-592667584269209722</id><published>2007-04-19T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T14:28:42.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalyptic</title><content type='html'>Life's a bore, weather's all shitty, and everything seems pointless... AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've currently lost the drive to blog so I'm ending all my rabble here and just continue on with what's left of me and my works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The return of my signatures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/Updown-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_Updown-1.png" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/Dogtown.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_Dogtown.png" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/Nothingness.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_Nothingness.png" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This has been a favorite so far.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next up... Large Piece Manipulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/memoirs.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_memoirs.png" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A walk along memory lane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/Rose.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_Rose.png" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Never Forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/photograph.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_photograph.png" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photography&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/Rinaldi.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_Rinaldi.png" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 - Rinaldi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dedication to my classmates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props to their respective photographers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you certainly have missed a lot and I'm currently breast feeding my imagination at the time. Explaining why I'm silent at the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.... I'm hitting the mall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-592667584269209722?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/592667584269209722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=592667584269209722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/592667584269209722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/592667584269209722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/04/apocalyptic.html' title='Apocalyptic'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-6769632893406526025</id><published>2007-03-27T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:29:11.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Symphony of Frost and Flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*cracks knuckles*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went through a serious nerve-wrecking showdown with the Physics Lab operators. It was something about my clearance not being signed because of some protractor that was missing. I didn't even know that we had used a protractor in one of our experiments. The frustrating thing about it was that I had to come to school from the comfort of my home, walk through the afternoon sun and almost NOT graduate just because of a P4.00 Protractor. Yep! Life's a bitch ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, RA invited me to go to SM for the rest of the day. Good thing the others were already there. First things first, Onat got his mouth X-ray'd and I still stand up to my beliefs, that&lt;strong&gt; the X-ray of his impacted Wisdom tooth would make a great black shirt&lt;/strong&gt;. Next, off to the Movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched "The 300" and lo and behold! Who would have thought a Spartan King's words and his army of 300 men with amazing abdominal musculinity would brigthen my day? Expect something of the sort coming up XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much summer fun after that until tragedy struck as I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PC monitor is in a coma. In its old age, chances of survival are pretty slim. Let us pay our respects and cherish these past days that we have spent with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/deadlycyanide.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_deadlycyanide.png" border="0" alt="A pinch of Cyanide" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pinch of Cyanide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/fatalcrash_small.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_fatalcrash_small.png" border="0" alt="Tragedy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tragedy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/Vengeance.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_Vengeance.png" border="0" alt="Vengeance" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vengeance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Name:&lt;/i&gt; UltraView Monitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Status:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;strong&gt;M.I.A.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sniff*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-6769632893406526025?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/6769632893406526025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=6769632893406526025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/6769632893406526025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/6769632893406526025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/03/symphony-of-frost-and-flame.html' title='A Symphony of Frost and Flame'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-8744930168238913066</id><published>2007-03-22T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:20:06.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pinch of cyanide II</title><content type='html'>Another Epiphaneous Episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Carl Jung (1875 - 1961), "Memories, Dreams, Reflections", 1962&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be conscious that we are perceiving or thinking is to be conscious of our own existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Aristotle (384 BC - 322 BC), Nichomachean Ethics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be faithful to that which exists nowhere but in yourself - and thus make yourself indispensable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Andre Gide (1869 - 1951)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one exist? How can he make himself appear material to those around him? And in what hell made&lt;br /&gt;me ponder on this fact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets face the facts, &lt;strong&gt;Man fears to become forgotten. &lt;/strong&gt;It is in each one of us. We all have it. Its the common drive in us all that provokes us to make our mark on the world. We just do it in our own individual way but nevertheless, we do it. We do not want to be forgotten. It is a side effect to man's mortality. The fact that one day our own flesh will cease to function drives us to do all we can to make our mark in others, in our works, and in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Man is often  too busy existing to actually realize why he exists. Call it an epiphany if you will but I dwelled upon this as I saw the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to exist is to make others feel that they do exist. It hit me in the head that God did not intend for you to exist just to be loved by&lt;br /&gt;others, God created you for the sole purpose of loving&lt;br /&gt;others. It does not matter how many gifts you receive on your birthday. What matters is that your loved ones DO get one on their birthday. In that single act, you eliminate their fear and nothing is more valuable&lt;br /&gt;to a person than knowing he/she is remembered. It supports the reason&lt;br /&gt;why we all search for our beloved "one". The someone that will never forget about you&lt;br /&gt;and will give you a right to exist in their memories day and night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion?&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;We do not exist to be loved by others. We exist to love our self and others. It is how we materialize our existence and If we are given the privilege, in others we could exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-8744930168238913066?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/8744930168238913066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=8744930168238913066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/8744930168238913066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/8744930168238913066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/03/pinch-of-cyanide-ii.html' title='A pinch of cyanide II'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-4121588473027786111</id><published>2007-03-13T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T10:45:01.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pinch of cyanide.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of the piece: "The Marks of an Educated Man" by Nicholas Murray Butler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had a sort of open forum in English class earlier and I don't know why but it had a lot of points, as well as  from others, that I pondered upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, &lt;strong&gt;"Which came first? The chicken or the egg?"&lt;/strong&gt;. I wallowed upon  this question that related to both the ability to reflect and to achieve growth. Why does it seem that something always needs to go first? Okay, let's say that it depends on man's perspective of time and space. Something must occur before the other. In the midst of my reflection, I came upon the actual question on the back of my head. "Why must there be always something of more importance to the other?". Why does man debate and rebuttle when in the simplest and most plain sense, God created everything in equal quality on a balanced system? What is so important in being "most"?&lt;br /&gt;Is it man's drive for the power he cannot or is not supposed &lt;br /&gt;to have? Why not balance the scale so &lt;br /&gt;that it is in favor for all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions inside my head, I'm starting to become quiet and quite philosophical I suppose. Man's   curiosity to search for proper reason is starting to escape me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd best be on my way and build of me a better person, rather than waste it on my inevitable curiosity of man's logical defects and love. If it is right and true, then it would be most proper that I wait, for love never ceases to function. It is pure energy built in a everlasting cycle. &lt;strong&gt;Love exists for all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Someday, Somehow... we'll be together.&lt;br /&gt;don't shed a tear, my beloved...&lt;br /&gt;For this is not the end...&lt;br /&gt;This is just the beginning, the start of everything&lt;br /&gt;for the tale that is our future is still unwritten."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;           - anonymous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-4121588473027786111?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/4121588473027786111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=4121588473027786111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/4121588473027786111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/4121588473027786111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/03/pinch-of-cyanide.html' title='A pinch of cyanide.'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-135238449225917563</id><published>2007-03-11T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T16:25:02.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRE: Time residual effect</title><content type='html'>Time Residual Effect theory (TRE) is an effect that occurs after an initial combustion of psychic energy and/or paranormal intervention. TRE can be easily understood if we compare it to regular combustion occurring in vehicles: after the initial combustion inside engines, unused substances are ejected thru the exhaust pipe, some of which cling onto the inner area of the exhaust pipe which we call as soot. TRE works in the same way: the initial combustion = the initial event/situation intervened by paranormal/psychic energy, exhaust pipe = time, and soot = residue left by excess paranormal/psychic energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: A certain neighbor of yours died because some curse whatsoever. The next year, at the same day and time, another one of your neighbors is affected, though not at the same degree as the first neighbor: either he she got ill, or had an accident [usually near fatal ones]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial event/situation is when person A was cursed, which happen to be "the first neighbor", after a year, the second situation was induced by the excess energy from the first situation, thus, a residual effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm trying to decipher with TRE: one is a thing connected with "ghosts".... remember how they tell stories about ghosts before? the "every year, at 12 o'clock...".. wondering if TRE has anything to do with this..and if so, how come it happens precisely on the same date, at the same time for ghosts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident would be the "20 year jinx" on american presidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The info could be found..&lt;a href="http://www.cheapware.com/nicolai/volume-1/jinx.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another proof another proof about TRE:&lt;br /&gt;January 22, Manny Pacquiao's Victory.&lt;br /&gt;February 4, Ultra Stampede.&lt;br /&gt;February 17, Leyte Landslide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the pattern? Look closely, they have a 13-day interval :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a filler for the meantime... Its hard finding enough time for everything. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-135238449225917563?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/135238449225917563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=135238449225917563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/135238449225917563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/135238449225917563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/03/tre-time-residual-effect.html' title='TRE: Time residual effect'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-3892545506648768728</id><published>2007-02-05T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:33:12.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JIG XI</title><content type='html'>Alright, I finally have the time to clean up those nasty dark JIG XI pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have wanted to get more pics but that just wasn't my night. Rue this day whoever you are. Go on! Start RUEing! X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/PICT0180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/th_PICT0180.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teh group pic ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/PICT0178.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/th_PICT0178.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me, Janine,Jhen and no Greg... kudos to Charles XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/PICT0181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/th_PICT0181.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;uhm... no comment? :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/PICT0183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/th_PICT0183.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Verryyyy... Dangerous...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-define life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-3892545506648768728?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/3892545506648768728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=3892545506648768728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/3892545506648768728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/3892545506648768728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/02/jig-xi.html' title='JIG XI'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-3472618171103473621</id><published>2007-02-04T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:06:49.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignition's afterburn</title><content type='html'>Here we go. Ignition's aftermath... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align="left"&gt;Jig XI was a blast! I met up with Jhen and company and we got to wallow in the cold shivering winds.haha. We also met eji, nar and friends there. I'm kind of lazy and in a bit of a hangover&lt;br /&gt; at the moment but I'll do my best to update for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my arrival in the fair grounds, I stumbled upon Drei and Jill. Kinda sweet but in weird couple-ish kinda way. ^^. The only bad thing that happened that day as I recall was finding a buyer for my extra jig ticket T.T It was an awesome day of meeting old friends and then some. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Good thing I took pics... :D&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Nar if you stumble upon this... I still have your UNICEF pic. &lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little something I found today... yeah, I was bored ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was something called &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=3828635434782670283"&gt;Your Type of Girl Test&lt;/A&gt; and my score was:(drum roll please ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41% Sexy-Cute, 61% Dark-Light, 54% Artsy-Stylish or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=4"&gt; The Hot Friend &lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-define life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-3472618171103473621?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/3472618171103473621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=3472618171103473621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/3472618171103473621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/3472618171103473621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/02/ignitions-afterburn.html' title='Ignition&apos;s afterburn'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-4911638992048190727</id><published>2007-01-27T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:40:04.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as blue as the dim lit sky...</title><content type='html'>waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with sadness that just brings your &lt;br /&gt;whole world crashing down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/technoblues.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_technoblues.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;define life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*IN OTHER NEWs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I've made some gift signatures for those blog writers who've helped me a lot on those boring nights. First time, I've tried using Vectors in my creations and they don't look that bad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Jill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/jillisjill.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_jillisjill.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's pink... I know ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For ate Mai:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/morrigancoffee.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_morrigancoffee.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm... starbucks-y ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple, but the best come from the simple things in lyf ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-4911638992048190727?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/4911638992048190727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=4911638992048190727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/4911638992048190727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/4911638992048190727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-blue-as-dim-lit-sky.html' title='as blue as the dim lit sky...'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-3291544042815428435</id><published>2007-01-27T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:37:09.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Week Roller Coaster.</title><content type='html'>This day was moderately miserable. I was late for the first time. It was a good thing no one actually noticed me ^^. My Ninja Skills are betting better :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during PE period, I suddenly snapped and semi-punched the dude behind me( call it lack of sleep but it was still something out of character ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dismissal, the only thing I was looking forward to all day, I was depressed like hell. It was emo mode like there was no tomorrow. I'm still feeling it at the moment but I sense that sleep would take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And That's 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News? Its fair week. It means that I'll be free the whole week and I'll be able to enjoy the foundation day celebrations. Stay here Schoolwork, I'm off to dance in ecstatical twilight. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing. Due to the fact that the submission of our CLE Project is today. I'm finally able to post one of my best posters. Our Poster! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/posterfinal2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_posterfinal2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget to mention that the moment has come to photoshop my own pic again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/meh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_meh.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me, Chicago... -ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-3291544042815428435?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/3291544042815428435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=3291544042815428435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/3291544042815428435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/3291544042815428435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-week-roller-coaster.html' title='The One Week Roller Coaster.'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-3592576401151020618</id><published>2007-01-24T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:37:18.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F*cking Destiny... twice!</title><content type='html'>Finally! Smooth sailing left for the likes of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 am in a Weekday morning. Yep, dats right. I'm not going to school until 12. Wonderful world ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally managed to finish our CLE Projects poster. After getting home yesterday, I decided it was better to start off from scratch. The original poster I did at Imman's house was more of an "Exorcism of Emily Rose" than "Maalaala mo kaya". Unfortunately, I'm going to be in a bad spot if I'm going to post that here so you guys will just have to wait until Sine ni Juan officially starts. For the first time in weeks, I finally had the time to photoshop again but due to the lack of proper Stock photos. I decided to manipulate 2 of my classmates (&lt;i&gt;mwahahaha).&lt;/i&gt; Only thing left to do is SKF's Speech compilation... which I'll probably do right after this post. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are manips of drei nd George:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/george.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_george.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/drei.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/misc/custom/th_drei.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...Let's get this over with...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-3592576401151020618?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/3592576401151020618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=3592576401151020618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/3592576401151020618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/3592576401151020618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/01/fucking-destiny-twice.html' title='F*cking Destiny... twice!'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-8879566903961415000</id><published>2007-01-23T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:09:42.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bound in Chains</title><content type='html'>Another Nasty day in a 4th year student's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started out in the most annoying way possible. We were scheduled for a seminar at our auditorium. It was something about the Galing Pilipino Movement but I wouldn't dare listen. The first few minutes I tried to pretend I was atleast&lt;br /&gt;interested but soon enough, I was asleep like a rock. with my mouth gaping open. I was awoken by Ma'am Re-G [Only God knows why she would bring me back to that time-distorted  hellhole]. I wondered what time it was and I was probably asleep for a rough 30-60 minutes. I looked at the speaker and hell behold. She was still talking. She continued her presentation and kept talking, and talking, and talked some more, and kept on talking again. Thank God for time constraint that she was forced to stop and let us all again wallow upon the stench of sweet freedom.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the C.L.E. project: &lt;strong&gt;Film shooting&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syeeeeeeeet...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me the whole day and still I got nothing done. The others are out at&lt;br /&gt;Noel's house for an overnight while I'm stuck here for the work that I cannot&lt;br /&gt;accomplish when I'm not in my &lt;i&gt;"special place".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursed are these hands for their grace and power without comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-8879566903961415000?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/8879566903961415000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=8879566903961415000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/8879566903961415000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/8879566903961415000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/01/bound-in-chains.html' title='Bound in Chains'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-7829851794288009666</id><published>2007-01-22T05:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:57:29.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Burn in Mid Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Exams. Exams. Exams! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of it. Sometimes, I wonder why I try to do good in these things when people are just gonna copy the shit you wrote out of your sick, twisted head.  Here are some exam facts that will just screw someone's day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cheating and/or the act of viewing another's paper IS inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;- Screw Equivalent Exchange. This is a Free for all, All you can eat buffet.&lt;br /&gt;- When someone leeches off all your answers, They get 1 point higher. ALWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can add more &lt;strong&gt;AFTER &lt;/strong&gt;today's Algebra &amp;amp; Trigo test.  Status is 0200 hours before total failure. After a day of rest and sleeping, its time to stare at another's achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like light to the flies... mwahahaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-7829851794288009666?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/7829851794288009666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=7829851794288009666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/7829851794288009666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/7829851794288009666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/01/burn-in-mid-flight.html' title='Burn in Mid Flight'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-2121902413853348436</id><published>2007-01-01T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:51:23.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the Old, In with the New...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For the New Year, A Quote from Jack:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And for the first time since I don't remember when&lt;br /&gt;I felt just like my old bony self again&lt;br /&gt;And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King&lt;br /&gt;That's right! I am the Pumpkin King, ha, ha, ha, ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't wait until next Halloween&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got some new ideas that will really make them scream&lt;br /&gt;And, by God, I'm really going to give it all my might&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, I hope there's still time to set things right."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Happy New Year! This day was a blast! Noodles for Lunch and Pancit for New Years Eve! I'm gonna live a loooong life for this one, haha. Fow the first time, I had the eyesight to draw Jack Skellington on Concrete! awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other News, I'm still stuck on our Feasibility project as I have no lead to what the hell we're supposed to do T.T I'll make this post short. I'm kinda high at the moment and in very high spirit to blabber about what went on. It's still the same old routine. Only few of us lit fireworks, and only the neighborhood rich peeps bought out the big guns. Imagine, 2 Hudas belts that's nearly 10m long joined together. Now, I know why its better to buy fireworks in November. They were showing off, we were watching... Hey, atleast we got entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my New Year Snack? &lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Chip Cookies dipped in Hot Chocolate with fresh Chocolate Brownies! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy New Year again! Time for more better things like the saying: "Out with the Old, In with the New". just great! Eating right after a trip from the toilet... Yuck! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-2121902413853348436?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/2121902413853348436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=2121902413853348436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/2121902413853348436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/2121902413853348436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2007/01/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the Old, In with the New...'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022591074453545085.post-6272509116702497469</id><published>2006-12-29T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T22:47:37.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction? WTF?'/><title type='text'>Step through the Shattered Glass</title><content type='html'>Come one! Come All!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would continue on with this but I fear to remember the days of  circus clowns. They creep me out. Period! All this time, I've been wondering in what brink of insanity made me do such as stunt and very blunt decision as to write a blog. Yep, that's right! I said it! &lt;strong&gt;I HAVE A BLOG! &lt;/strong&gt;Please don't make me repeat myself. Anyway, This Christmas has been a Nightmare that it seems I want to go through. With people going places, Insanity starts to tease. Why? No one to talk to. PERIOD. You're saying I have no friends? PLENTY. Its because of the fact that they're suffering from the same condition I'm going through. Yep, those which of the heart and the female blend. Let us just forget about the temptations of those without a Y chromosome for the time being (yeah, I'm starting to miss her too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is happening? Fires before New Years Eve? (ahhhh... The good old days, New Year's Eve, The only season where you can smell a mix of human crispy pata and fumes from fireworks.) What is it with those PVC cannons &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Piccolos &lt;/i&gt;that make people &lt;i&gt;a little loose? &lt;/i&gt;Probably the fumes but hey! You don't see me complaining about those. Fumes. haha. fumes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now what just happened? First blog post and I'm talking about this? THIS!? *sigh* I'm really out of my head this time. I'm gonna try to work things out with my layout since it's kinda whacked at the moment. I know the right side is pretty empty and I promise I'll occupy that when I have the time. ^^Anyway folks! Welcome! Make yourself at home whilst I entertain myself      and play in the corner of   my mini-asylum. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shit! Look at the time! This is going to hurt in the morning &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est La Vie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4022591074453545085-6272509116702497469?l=lanternslament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/feeds/6272509116702497469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022591074453545085&amp;postID=6272509116702497469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/6272509116702497469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022591074453545085/posts/default/6272509116702497469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanternslament.blogspot.com/2006/12/step-through-shattered-glass.html' title='Step through the Shattered Glass'/><author><name>jack o' lantern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522710028000430679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/syndrome270/jackslamentations/sad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
