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  <updated>2009-02-07T13:24:09Z</updated>
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    <title>Boreddumb, aka Valentine's.</title>
    <published>2009-02-07T13:24:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-07T13:24:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>T-Pain feat. Ludacris - Chopped and Screwed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp; Latitudes longitudes: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;As far&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; as I know, you were with me but&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; all the pictures are between us now, faceless&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; because you hated taking portraits&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (more beautiful are the strands of my hair, loose in&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; your hand).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Separation does not exist,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but we are looking at addresses we no longer recognize.&lt;br /&gt;As far&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; as they know, we were one for the headlines,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; for the covers. So,&lt;br /&gt;just welcome me home&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;let me be&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the first time you smiled,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; wagon of roses in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((: K I don't get what I wrote. Delta H. Sigma bond. Pi bond. Bow. Advanced happy Valentine's!</content>
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    <title>As I've been saying-</title>
    <published>2008-12-20T13:59:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-20T14:03:13Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">You need my Christmas wish more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you think this is you, claim it at midnight on the twenty-fifth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Plus.&lt;/p&gt;Uniform-wearing Catholic college girls are worse than l&lt;strike&gt;obbyists masquerading as university kids &lt;/strike&gt;university kids masquerading as lobbyists. On drunken Friday nights, at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are more sheltered than you think; your avenues are clean.&lt;br /&gt;You are more sheltered than you think; only children dare to beg in your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your&amp;nbsp; freedom, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's friendspeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Awwww. Iniwan ko si *guy who likes her* sa loob ng campus. Kawawa naman!&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: Naaawa ka o naguiguilty?&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1:...Naguiguilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: &amp;lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: Everything's going to turn out alright. You know that, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: But when?:(&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: When everything's going to stay alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry (,) I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Cold means merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>chEMOments</title>
    <published>2008-11-19T11:56:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-19T11:56:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;ON&amp;nbsp;EXPECTATIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chem Lab Prof:&lt;/u&gt; What are your expectations for this class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt; I expect this class to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;*to her horror, finds rusty crucible tongs in the lab locker the meeting after*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON&amp;nbsp;REACTIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chem Lab Prof&lt;/u&gt;: What are the four kinds of chemical reactions? Surely, you'd encountered them in high school chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Viko:&lt;/u&gt; Fear.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Shock.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Panic!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HATRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, those might be five, but what do I know? I rotted in Math last sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the nerd inside my head rattles off,&amp;quot;Decomposition, by the way, is actually a type of chemical reaction.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON&amp;nbsp;SAFETY&amp;nbsp;GUIDELINES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prof: &lt;/u&gt;What do we do in preparation for an experiment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Viko: &lt;/u&gt;Pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we'll add to the body count of UP&amp;nbsp;Diliman. (FOUL! And.They found a victim of summary execution today. Another one.*gasp*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON&amp;nbsp;OTHER&amp;nbsp;THINGS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Math 2 Prof: &lt;/u&gt;Zeroes sandwiched by non-zero digits are significant.&lt;br /&gt;SANDWICHED&amp;nbsp;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INAL.&lt;br /&gt; I need a labgown.Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A win sans the euphoria. Is this &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; worth the trouble?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I love speaking in code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:losingmywheels:3258</id>
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    <title>one sigh</title>
    <published>2008-11-17T11:43:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-17T11:43:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You confuse these things too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That &lt;/em&gt;is fire, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;is me- &lt;br /&gt;-draw the lines though the caution signs are no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:losingmywheels:3041</id>
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    <title>SOCIO10!</title>
    <published>2008-09-19T14:10:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-19T14:10:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Groupmates!Hello hello.Please post your life stories as anonymous comments to this blog entry.Don't give any bull that isn't true,e.g. you made out with your pet snake.BE&amp;nbsp;HONEST.It's anonymous anyway,so no one will ever know how wild you really are.HAHAHA.Habaan niyo,para juicy naman yung roleplay natin:).Deadline's on SUnday, at 10 pm, so writewritewrite.:) Kahit taglish na bullets ng interesting (pariwaraaheeem) events ng life niyo lang.Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Btw,I got this anonymous post idea from th eperson at writtenbyhand.livejournal.com.HAHAHA:).Yun lang.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:losingmywheels:2233</id>
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    <title>the long seconds ago.</title>
    <published>2007-06-11T04:35:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-11T04:35:38Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Ken's gift:D</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;I MISS AJ:(. I do.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys 'cause you're...different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Wah. Remembering you makes me wish I were chrono-impaired, like Henry in Apo's book, and visit April to May 2007 as if it were some place instead of some days.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could beat the minutes this time and stretch them across space.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I would never know missing.HURRAY.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>and liken you to rubber shoes.</title>
    <published>2007-05-08T12:09:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-08T12:28:11Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Saosin - Plays Pretty For Baby</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;/one/&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;used&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;as an in-between go-between&lt;br /&gt;of pairs of shoelaces&lt;br /&gt;you'd ruined&lt;br /&gt;and strung together,&lt;br /&gt;undoubtedly the rubberband&lt;br /&gt;resilience&lt;br /&gt;you'd planned to get rid of&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; as soon as&lt;br /&gt;you found another yard of y-a-r-n&lt;br /&gt;to bindyourselfto&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (to bind yourself with)&lt;br /&gt;/two/&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;wore&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;out as an escape to the neither-here-nor-there&lt;br /&gt;of the song your slingshot sneakers rocked hard to,&lt;br /&gt;then ditched me the &lt;br /&gt;second &lt;br /&gt;second you booked a&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(round trip)&lt;br /&gt;ticket &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to the&lt;br /&gt;e v e r y w h e r e&lt;br /&gt;you'd always wished you'd had&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;/ ?/&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;skipped&lt;br /&gt;(me)&lt;br /&gt;, a hopscotch number you didn't&lt;br /&gt;want to gamble on,&lt;br /&gt;to risk losing (that ticket) for,&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;save for a smudged number on the pavement &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;waiting for you to fly&lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;/four/&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;watch&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;, as I walk away&lt;br /&gt;,as you &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;fall,&lt;br /&gt;struggling to unknot&lt;br /&gt;the tangles&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in your&lt;br /&gt;shoelaces&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; come &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; un do ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Doc Mara didn't come today.&lt;strike&gt;I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;I don't.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>hyperventilating never felt this good.</title>
    <published>2007-05-07T13:43:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-07T13:43:10Z</updated>
    <category term="bora"/>
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    <lj:music>nunnnn</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;*Whitewashed stars turned poofy*&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Psych test tomorrow.Haven't finished studying the fifty pages or so of text.Hurray.It's all going to be over pretty soon.Looking forward to Boracay and tans and not reinforcements and case studies. BTW, in the Princess Diaries, Michael Moscovitz's dog is named after Pavlov, this psychologist who experimented with conditioning.It figures;his parents are psychologists.And,his band,Skinner Box, is also some psychological term.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I found Ramos's USB.Hurray.I don't ahfta save up to buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Doc Mara kinda walked out on us today.And,yeah.I know I'm supposed to feel extremely guilty 'cause I was part of the class that drove him out with alleged dancing and supposed slouching,but...no,I just don't feel sorry for him. I mean, even if we're top five kids, we're still &lt;em&gt;kids&lt;/em&gt;. Kids slouch and do goofy dances all the time.No, it's not meant as some outright form of disrespect;teenagers just get hit with this ADHD-like thing once in a while.They get restless;you can't let them stay still on their asses-er,chairs-for one and a half hours of &lt;strike&gt;tort&lt;/strike&gt;lecture.So,yeah.Give 'em-give US-some leeway.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Sometime during Math, Apo and I were scribbling trigger-happy lines on grid paper.&lt;br /&gt;:::hyperventilating never felt this good:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>guh.</title>
    <published>2007-05-06T14:46:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-06T14:46:37Z</updated>
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    <category term="boxing"/>
    <lj:music>Death Cab for Cutie - I will Follow You Into the Dark</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;smile your way through static,&lt;br /&gt;so all the world's let down,&lt;br /&gt;so all the world's a letdown.&lt;br /&gt;number the creases &lt;br /&gt;that count for contagious,&lt;br /&gt;that pass for pretending.&lt;br /&gt;stitch up that lingering laugh,&lt;br /&gt;so nobody has to know,&lt;br /&gt;so no one has to know&lt;br /&gt;(you'd fallen inches short of being the happiest boy in the world).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;@@@&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Whoa. I feel so guilty for not having posted anything here for so long. It's been about two months since the prom,long enough to forget whatever happened there, so I guess I won't be telling stories about that wonderful*gags with sappiness* night.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,it's halfway through summer, and I've been attending this Ateneo Junior Summer thing with seventy-one people who are waaaay smarter than I am.Oh,well.I have to wake up at 6 A.M.&amp;nbsp; just to be able to get to Katipunan at 8.Yeah,it's pretty dreadful for someone like me, who usually sleeps 'til noon and stays up 'til the witching hour, but at least I keep myself busy with the AJSS classes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;#$!&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;Oscar de la Hoya lost. Damn. He should've won. He got all except the latest rounds. Yep. You could say "fixed" again. He's hot &lt;em&gt;pa naman.&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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